More freedom, more paperwork.
The more I try to break myself
free from the daily grind
I seem to leave a path of empty
paperwork behind
Why do you follow my every step
there’s only so much time
to flourish so creatively,
you’re weighing on my mind
Every turn and every twist
you’re there right in my face
not even being indiscreet,
Oh please give up the chase!
I understand without you
how would anybody know?
The evidence is needed
for the information flow
But on a day when really,
all I want to do is sing
I’m sat here ticking boxes,
typing jargon on a screen.
