Playing your records smash guitars when nobody’s watching
Your office companion orchestrates her hair
Every musician is subject to false accusations
While every pre-teen is staring at her chest

We all need to fly we all laugh and cry
But we would never at work

Well I realize the office days go late
Hurry up and throw your job away
I realize the office days go late
So hurry up and throw your job away

I made a concoction of espresso and Guinness
And nobody thought I realized my plight
Showing potential every day I’m supposed to be working

How can I convince you that I’m not a liar?
How can I?
I have only one life to lead
How can I tell you that you’ll be running wild?
How can I convince you that now I’m not a liar
You’ll be running wild have anything you want
You be running wild if you tell ‘em that you quit
Tell ‘em that you quit