Not Here

Something isn't right and I'll think you'll agree, and it's rich coming from somebody who takes sertraline

Is it the lack of any smell, or a natural sight, is it the blinding of a retina from office lights

I'm told to figure it out, I'm told to go it alone, I'm told to step on any fucker so that they throw me a bone

As long as I work hard, and save up all of my dough

Then I can be the one to save me from the Average Joe

So come on everybody flash your resume, we're all a family here, that's what the numbers say

One day you'll be worth it, you can earn that smile, you'll be worthy of a human if you put in the hours

I'm starting down into this alcohol, as if it is the magic mirror of the moment

The sound of idle chatter catapults, I can smell the breath of every mortal in the place

Cause I can't look you in the face, I really can't remember how I came to be so afraid (don't you look down now)