Journey home

I sit in the dark
so no-one can see
my uglyness.

I'm too early for work
I'm too nice for this job
I'm too disinterested in job politics
I'm too snotty before, and after work
I'm too nervous and self consious

Some people just wanna see the
world burn
I'm one of this happy breed (ha!)
fuck them, fuck the world and fuck you.
I think I should calm down a bit,
I let the train sway me in a jolly manner,
that runny nose is getting to me.

It's the possibility of sex that keeps me alive
probably the only thing that keeps me alive

I sit and wait for the end of the world.