Astronautalis - Without a Two Weeks Notice lyrics

It's just a job and like any other I've ever had I need a couple bucks to pay some bills fast Food, clothes and gas and all that crap So I get a sh** job and work at it, cat I close my eyes and go through the day to day Nine to five, get a minimum wage and leave all the same Spend a couple bucks on beer, clothes here and there CDs, records, and tapes and that's it, dear Move along down the road and get past I don't need references just a drug test And I pa** despite the stems and seeds And I try to make the best of everything that I need So I sit there, don't make any friends Just lift the boxes, load them on the shelves and that's it It seems nice enough, a nice little warehouse I work there all alone - they leave me in the place And they lock the front door, leave me alone They don't trust me, think I'll steal stuff and go But I don't really have any interest in owning this crap I just want my wage and I'll leave it at that So I say thanks as they lock me on in My first day on the job without any friends And they gave me my instructions and my little coat My uniform, my back brace and that's all she wrote So I do my damn job and keep my nose clean Lift box A and take it to rack B I walk around all day counting the seconds Headphones on, singing to the walls just reckless It's funny how you're in a big building alone You start talking to the place like it's someone you know And you tell it all the things that are buzzin' in your brain That been burning in the back of your head all damn day Little secrets and lies, jokes and notes Little observations that you tell no one you know You wouldn't even whisper these things to the mirror Or talk to your dog or couch and make your observations clearer You just keep 'em locked up in your heart 'Till you get this big room to tear you apart As you stare at the smooth grey walls You see lines and chips and patterns that form At first it's little geometric shapes Your little notes, scraps, receipts - patterns displayed Like constellations hidden inside the stars Start tracing lines and find faces Then those faces become more detailed Takes on the shapes of males and females You see hands, fingertips, lines and moustaches Little thoughts, dreams and bus pa**es These little shapes and lines take their own They start to have lives, kids, wives and homes And you look close you see little details The little sins, the little female Thoughts, traits, whispers and dreams And all of a sudden it starts to tear at the seams Because at first when you look into the suburbs You see beautiful faces then get to the curb You see bits of trash and cigarette bu*ts That a mother threw out before her kids got touched By the fact the their mom really smoked For the last thirty years but hid it in the closet, yo Behind the socks, behind the sweaters That's where we hid all our secrets so no one knows better And as I look into the size of the walls And look into the ceiling, there's eyes on the floors I see everything, I see everyone I see the wedding rings, I see the stupid sons I see the little jokes, I see the happy smiles I see the fourth of Julys - the drunk kids and child Heh - I probably shouldn't look this close. The sun, it's behind her face You see the little pink hairs on the side of her cheek there And at first it's romantic and attractive But once you see closer it becomes unattractive I know it's how I think, I know it's how it falls apart But everyone has a place to start A little puzzle piece adds up, get close now I'm laying in the middle of a floor of the warehouse, child I press my floor to the face or I guess it's the other way It doesn't matter why, I can't escape Inside this place, inside this little town I see the arms, the fingers - they start to move around No more Norman Rockwell picturesque It's a whole family, whole frame whole piece of sh** Whole little cities start to rip apart to bits And I see it get closer and I'm falling into this I feel my fingers drip as I drag on the surface As I move to the ocean water and trys to make perfect Sense of everything that I know right now I try to pull out, withdraw, get back on track, child I gotta job to do - crates to lift And none of this is seemin' to start to make sense All the little faces and families that I see Must be imagination, I'm tearing at the seams But I stand here on my hands and my knees Lookin' at this whole little civilization I see Buried there inside of the cement As I get closer it starts to rip The families that were once full of cheers are now Full of sad times, alcohol and beer And everyone's got a problem A dirty chair, a bad little secret, a car that won't start, dear The windows are cracked and smudged - it's looking ugly Someone in the neighbourhood let their lawn grow, buddy And they need to trim all the hedges on back To let some sunlight in to expose the facts The truth that we hide behind the doors right Painted bright red with the gold trim tonight It's hidden there inside wrapped presents And I realise there's no escaping and I get in Reach my fingertips into the cement And I bury myself six feet under it The closer that I get, the more that I know The more of the truth and the secrets are shown And every time I get my fingers inside this I get a little far away from what I knew This job, this life, this choice Until one day I've fallen entirely Without a two weeks notice