When I say it’s over
It’s cause I’ve had enough
An empty desk chair
Where the mass was kicking off
I will be there, like I said
I will make sure there’s someone in my bed
Can we not sort this out?
Perhaps I spoke too soon
Can we not elevate
The people in this room?
My eyes are frozen shut
I promise not to look
Can we not sort this out?
Perhaps I spoke too soon
Can we not elevate
The people in this room?
Can we not sort this out?
Perhaps I spoke too soon
Can we not elevate
The people in this room?