Smoking Myself to Sleep Again

The clock ticked around to midnight
Quick tonight and suddenly it was
Morning and the thought of work comes
Back, only an hour after i left that
Depressing dump. Everyone seems
Angry, down and kinda trying, some
Much harder than others, to get out.

In eleven hours and 46 minutes i’ll have
To be back there, no doubt on those
Damn checkouts again, knowing just
One little fuck-off could see me lose this,
The crappiest of jobs i’ve ever done
A job i’m growing to hate because it’s
Keeping me away from all these words
So tonight i’ll finish this one up, roll
One, smoke it and get to bed at last.