Lyrics Career Day - The Format

Today's been a career day
Futures made and fortunes lost
As I'm standing in the lobby
I'm waiting for the elevator
To take me away up to nine or ten
Maybe eleven

The sound of sirens fading
As she whispers in my ear she's saying
"It's too late to wish success
So get undressed and please just come to bed
Cause I'm the last real thing you've got
You're cursed by all ambitious thoughts"

Is that all you've got
As for you, you spin a story like a spider spins a web
See that's a metaphor, no wait, a simile
I'm still learning but I think im getting better
Oh if I'm not tortured how are you ever going to relate
I've been condemed by those I love
Wishing me the worst as I'm trying my best
But she's the last real thing I've got
I'm cursed by all ambitious thoughts
Is that all you've got

Love close your eyes and cover cover your ears
For the end is near but the beginning is here

In with the outro and out with the old
I'm gonna tie all the loose ends I once pulled
In with the outro and out with the old
Preparing for failure, from what we've been told
In with the outro and out with the old
With nothing to offer, so nothings been sold
In with the outro and out with the old
Forgive me and give me one more chance to fold
In with the outro and out with the old
There's nothing to lose when there's nothing to hold
We'll be together in the morning