Now and then I think of leaving
Now and then it feels relieving
To have some kind of hope that things will change
Another drop in the bucket
Another chance to say fuck it
I’ll learn to waste my time some other way
Where all these dreams can slowly fall away
I know soon it will be my time to pay
Chin up, chin up, my darling
I’d rather be an average starling
Than some kind of lonely holy fake
Who tells me that the sky is falling
Who tells me to follow my calling
There’s only so much a man can take
I’ll fix myself a nice big dinner
Tell myself that I’m a winner
And take something to help dull the ache
And all these dreams can slowly fall away
My number’s up, now it’s my turn to pay
