"High Strung Mess"

8 AM it's crowded on the subway
Sitting rather patient in my tie
Someone screams out "God is gonna kill you!"
I'm not understanding why

Living on my own is wearing me thin it's an asylum without locked doors
I go through the motions of following the herd and lose my sanity a little more

I get to work sit in my cube of hell
Try to find some ways to waste my time
People's conversations they depress me
They've been here for years and so will I

I email friends but I can't hear their voices I'm so isolated inside
I'll go for days without saying two words and at the end of the week my brain is fried

RHUMBA
Once again my mind is wandering
What will I think about to numb the pain today
Life goes by so much easier
When you are young and your mind's gone away

Shall I dream about the weekend?
Or shall I re-create the days that slipped away
Maybe I will write that screenplay
The one that will make me famous someday

GET ME OUT This ain't the life for me
GET ME OUT I am imprisoned by society
GET ME OUT Out of this pasty white room
...It is a corporate tomb

NOW I'M OUT I don't know where I am
NOW I'M OUT Is it already 5 o'clock again?
NOW I'M OUT Out on the streets, I go back…
...Back to the subway train now

Now I'm home at my dark sanctuary
God it feels like days since I've been gone
Why can't I resist my television?
I feel dumber when it's on

Sitcoms, gameshows, and reality TV, they're so good at numbing the mind
My real life would never be in a show because there is not a single life to find