I'll have a waffle breakfast sandwich from jack in the box. Sometimes on a Tuesday morning too. The usual Mexican lady rings me up, and we exchange a few laughs and some money.
I can feel this job starting to wear thin. I'm realizing the more jobs I work at, the less impressed I am with this world.
The more people I talk to, the more coffee I drink and the more waffle sandwiches I eat, I see more and more of the mirrored walls closing in around us.
People drive there, wear this, drink that.
People party and live for the weekend.
... Well, most do.
Good times roll, we're here to stay.
We have our way on sunny days.
Cloudless skies, the weather's fair.
We don't care yeah, we don't care.
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