continue dreaming

the sun is rising
up over the horizon
and here you are, despising
the coming of the day
another fuckin' monday
dreaming about some postal gun play
planning 'bout the one day
you finally escape

your cellphone's ringing
auto tuned voices are singing
without any words of meaning
on clear channel radio
you work hard and dutiful
in this cell they call a cubical
you need something pharmaceutical
when you're putting on this show

this is not you
you don't even know who that is
there's nothing true
in any answers on the quiz
but what can you do?
I mean, it is what it is
but somehow you still
continue dreaming