Deadlines Are Disasters

You think I’m looking for a dream?
I’m looking forward to the time I spend asleep
What dont you understand?
Ive got a ten year plan that suits me well.
I don’t work too hard, don’t get worked up when things they fall apart
We’re all rearranged, words on a page that get erased.
So try being type B in a world that’s so type A
I get jaded when I think about the issues
Do I need to sort them out?
If you’re digging the scenery,
who’s to say if this is where you’re supposed to be?
If this is where its at,
then I won’t fight back, and I wont collapse, beneath your will
I can learn to sort out what I shouldn’t be losing sleep about
Pressure to be somewhere other than here right now
Cuz when it hits the fan, I watch it fly away in slow motion,
You shrug it off saying nothing at all,
While I’m thinking the same thing.
So try being type B in a world thats so type A
I get jaded when I think about the issues
Do I need to sort them out, today?
Go ahead and ask me for a fraction of myself and more,
But don’t expect too much
On and on this rat that we race after
Oh please excuse the laughter
There used to be a time when I’d do
Anything to make the day go faster,
But deadlines are disasters
And these days id rather get it right by.
Being type B in world thats so type A
Try being type B in a world thats so type A
I get jaded when i think about the issues
Do i need to sort them out, today?
Go ahead and ask me for a fraction of myself and more,
But don’t expect too much.