Life would be much easier if I had a nine to five
But somehow ninety five of a hundred people
Can't seem to find the reason why they get out of bed at six in the morning
Yawning, while they snooze the alarm that keeps alarming
Because if they should fall asleep
They'd be better off counting sheep like a shepherd
Than counting on the next check coming before December
I get it, the bills are due
Love won't pay the rent
And don't even begin to mention my parents
Because whether I like it or not
I am making it without them
I am an adult
That has never been married
But still struggle with commitment
I go to work everyday and God knows... I am committed
Because my pockets are satisfied
But on the inside I have no peace of mind
I don't have the drive to arrive at work every morning with my face plastered with a smile
Because I really hate what I do ninety-nine percent of the time
I am just in it for the one percent that keeps me going back every time
So if that is what being an adult is
Then it is safe to say that adultery is what I've been committing
