Disillusioned

Every day I think about quitting time

I’m lacking any motive

I’m a blip on the grind

I used to be a child that a mother loved

Now I’m just a plebeian

On the peak hour shove

Device-addicted servant to the misery

Unhappy out here on the periphery

I’m so disillusioned

I’m so disillusioned

I’m so disillusioned

But I’m trying to make the ends meet

Do you remember when we had love

I’m a stupid romantic for the way it was

I used to be a child of the centre stage

Now I’m just a phonecall

That don’t get made

My baby told me get that

Sorry arse on the train

‘Cause I don’t wanna hear about

Your First World pain

I’m so disillusioned

I’m so disillusioned

I’m so disillusioned

But I’m trying to make the ends meet