The Smoking Area

[Verse]
Let's go back to a time when we were bad
When we were all still holding hands
When we were waiting for days to end
We're now clocking trees like catching rent (let's go)
None of this mattered before
But since we're all on that floor
Might as well face it fast
We're signing in, it's become a chore
Hour after hour, it's a bore
Day after day, feeling it all
Avoid the slog that the people warn
Watch the AC, keep us warm
Sending mail to please the hail
Heed the warning, miss the jail
Miss the rage, miss the class
'Cause after all, your best times have passed
They went like a train going by
Like pay going by, now they're all on strike
Buildings up, people down
Don't be the one who's left to frown
Keep on the pace and tie up your lace
Upside down postures to face
Life's a race, it's one big craze
Like uni, but it all feels so lame
Rather be fulfilling stock
Lock it up and you'll never be blocked
Months went by, it feels like a lot
Though the days are numbers like parking lots
(Factions are rationed when work keeps happening)
The plane ain't left yet, no clapping
That is why we've boarded seats
Waiting for the next big defeat
As we sit on this big dried heap
Nothing happens, we're all relapsing
Waiting for the change to happen
Sitting down in the smoking area
The days and sun felt so much clearer and…

[Outro]
What is change if it can't be changed?
What is money if it can't be cashed
Unless you rip conventions and trash it?