A new filk, inspired by the worst day I'd had in a while. Cross posted on Anne's journal
Better Than Staying Here
My boss spilled coffee on my new white shirt
I hit every red light coming home from work
It seems no matter how I try, I just can't win today
I read the wrong section in my history book
And the skeez across the room just threw me a look
How I wish that I could fly, I just wish that I could fly away
( It's times like these, wanna sail across the seas )
My boss spilled coffee on my new white shirt
I hit every red light coming home from work
It seems no matter how I try, I just can't win today
I read the wrong section in my history book
And the skeez across the room just threw me a look
How I wish that I could fly, I just wish that I could fly away
( It's times like these, wanna sail across the seas )
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