Without a Two Weeks Notice

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 shit 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 pass 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 passes

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 [???]

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 butts

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 - a drunk kid 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 [in] 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 shit

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 startin' to seem 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 civilisation 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 the 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 [???]

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