A post traumatic job switcher
Changed jobs after a disaster
Where he lost a half sister
Because he wasn’t with her
He never looks back to when he was a child
He stopped writing songs, the words weren’t right
He manages computer files
He’s in love with his desk where they manage his heart
Got bored of his looks and changed his style
At work they asked him to put on a smile
He does as he’s asked cause times are hard
Cause he needs that credit on his visa card