Boiled Frogs

So wait up I'm not sleeping
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Count your blessings
There's so much to dream about
Can't help but feel betrayed
The workload grows
For things to go my way
I'm always wishing
Even though his joints
I must be missing the point
Between the light and shallow waves
Count your blessings on one hand

Alone again tonight

Whoa, oh, oh, oh
So safe, day after day
Alone again tonight
Still swinging his axe
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
So wait up, I'm not sleeping
There's so much to dream about

It always ends up the same

Count your blessings on one hand
Safe in monotony
Cold wind blows off the lake
There's so much to dream about
My youth is slipping away
Each passing year
I must be missing
Alone again tonight
There must be more to my life
There's no loyalty and no remorse
My youth is slipping

My youth is slipping away
Your signal fades away
Poor little tin man

And he's up for review
And I know for sure that it's too late
There must be more to my life
Alone again tonight
My youth is slipping
Count your blessings
I'm always wishing too late
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
There must be more to my life
Are clogged with rust
He's heating up, he can't say no
Is where I'm going to die

And all I'm left with is noise
Whoa, oh, oh, oh

And it makes him fucking sick
Youth sold for a pension cheque
Not quite sure what to do
Punch the clock every single day