Everyone, Everything, Everyday

These are the days alone with the dog
The world just don't need you
These are the words I convince myself
That I'm right, that I'm of use

This is the work that I'd love to have
But then I'm in no shape to choose
This is the phone that I watch all day
Always still as a trophied moose

Climb out of bed at ten
Go through the ads and chew through another pen

Everyone I meet has a previous appointment
Everything I need is a potential disappointment
Every day I try to hold on another day
Everyone, everything, and every day

We used to dream of the astronauts
Bouncing off a glowing moon
Now we don't want to talk about it
Or be defined by what we do

Before you leave that job
Go steal some pens and take a shit on the clock