(Schwartz)

And all the time with yours and mine
His and hers, the old design
It was fun for a while but now it's not
And I don't think you know just what I got
When I got warm, they got cold
A disorderly sight not to behold
The wicked were with wondrous ways
But never taught me just how to play

With seconds to win and seconds to lose
I should always stay but sometimes move
These things I think are thoughts of a thief
But as corruption moves up it gets harder to prove
In the office chair I swivel and turn
Doing my work and starting to learn
Entries and exits from this maze
I'm counting down to the end of days

Why can't I seem to find my socks?
It really stinks, though it happens quite a lot
Where do they go when they're not on my feet?
Do they cry or do they sleep?
Do they die, ride away in a hearse
Or is it only this second verse?
I don't know but I'd like to find out
Do you think you could bring that about?

Listening to my stereo play
My lights turn off when I say
My computer screen is my only friend
But it's my enemy in the end
My brain is alive, my brain is dead
I think I heard just what they said
It doesn't matter, it's only the phone
And I work better when I'm on my own

I turn and wink and wink and turn
The promotion I get I didn't earn
My emotions escape and beat me down
They don't like it when they're around
My brain is alive, my brain is dead
I think I heard just what they said
Something something, it's only the phone
And I work better when I'm all alone

Why can't I seem to find my socks?
It really stinks, though it happens quite a lot
Where do they go when they're not on my feet?
Do they cry or do they sleep?
Do they die, ride away in a hearse
Or is it something much, much worse?