Career progression by The Kimberly Steaks Lyrics

Spend most days staring into space
Zoned out, a million miles away
You probably think I'm lazy but I’m not
My mind's just numb

Ten cups of coffee until I'm awake
Itching for my next cigarette break
And she’s the only thing that gets me through
I swear it's true

And I love her silly little mind that thinks the world's ok
And something nice might be around the corner
But her optimism doesn't rub off on me
I'll remain a realist, I'll just get high instead

I can't get no mental stimulation
So I bide my time with procrastination, and turn the autopilot on
Can't take the monotony
Think I need a fucking lobotomy
But drugging myself stupid seems a lot more fun
And it takes less time
And I know I’m going fucking nowhere
I’m just getting older and more cynical
I spend more time alone than I do with my friends
Who all think I'm a bore, and I can’t agree more

And I'm so miserable that even Paul Rodgers would agree that I'm bad fucking company

*Lookout! 1993 breakdown*

Now that there's nothing more to lose
I might as well come clean
I think about you every day
And I’m being sincere
And I'm not even drunk yet, just overdosed on apathy
Deep down I know that you'll never want me
I don't want to dream about you anymore