everyone has rules for you
you don't get to make your own
they treat themselves like royalty
while you have to play alone

they give you everything they want
and expect you to be overjoyed
you crawl around the darker corners
trying out some boys

now everything comes with price tags
you have no choice but to owe
so you dream all day of freedom
with nothing left to show

all the bosses lecture you
on days they have to vent
you do your job but I don't know why
you just refuse to quit

You feel like you're surviving
like some single blade of grass
in the middle of some parking lot
pushing up through a tiny crack

and any moment some tire could come
and wipe out all you've built
without even knowing who you are
or caring how you felt

9/5/97 - 3 AM