The Accountant

I've been an accountant, since I received my degree
And I wake around seven, with a fake grin and coffee

So I drive to the office, to watch time past by
Will there be time for travel, will there be time for life

Will I be blessed with a women...One quick with a line?
Her breath on my neck with a faint trace of wine

So I take the long way, with the screnery of sprawl
From the shopping on Quivira, to the center off Nall
Life is but a whisper, that gets lost in the sound
Of the constant highway chatter and the daily go-round
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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