I've found my job
It's now my home
But I'm still lost
I'm still overwhelmed
I have a routine
that wasn't planned
I have a routine
that may never end
I thought I'd break free
invest in my creativity
I thought I'd find a job
love life and be me
But now I'm stuck
with a nine to five
Now I'm sucked
into the 1927 Metropolis life
I sit in a cube
just my computer and I
It's the same ol' shit
day and night
I miss my background
Film and writing all day
Kept me on my feet
never a day was lame
Who knows where I'll be
in two to three years
I just pray I break free
from fifth floor, cube forty-three