Do the nine-to-five shuffle,
it's what you're best at, baby.
Every day new characters,
but the same old boring story.
So sink into your La-Z-Boy,
flick on the TV.
Gawk at all the beautiful places
you'll never see,
all the beautiful people
you'll never be.
Sit there sipping your rose
sad, sick, drunk, and lonely.
And next time you dream of the life
we could have had,
remember that you
left me.