Slow Lunch from Thirsty by Ganglions

If I was Phil,
I'd hand my notice in
every single time the day begins.
I'd leave my desk behind,
but the consequences are too hard to define.
I knew the master plan
like it was stapled to the back of my hand.
I'm one step closer now
to burning all these bridges and then I'll be gone.
I'll be gone.

Do you think that it's unfeasible
to hold ctrl+alt+del and just short down?
Do you think that it's unreasonable
to pull these roots right out of the ground

and take them to the pathless woods I've read about?
Swim in lonely shores 'til I can't feel my legs no more.
Forget my name. Forget the plans I made for Christmas day
on all those years.
All that remains I'll set ablaze and float away.

I'll hand my notice in, every time the day begins.

Do you think that it's unfeasible
to hold ctrl+alt+del and just short down?
Do you think that it's unreasonable
to pull these roots right out of the ground?

I'll hand my notice in, every time the day begins.

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