A Chore — Tom Vek

In a flick of the wrist You will not find The sharp blade that is your mind And you're the one who's wearing The end is nigh

Your heart, it's been through the best of times But we're breaking it now And you don't really wanna know

You had believed one time Now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore

Never a safe or a right place Forever getting old You need to learn for the wings that we have grown You're not really listening to me You're not really listening to me You're not really listening to me You're not really listening

You had believed one time Now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore

You don't have what you won't have You don't have what you don't need You don't have what you won't have You don't need You don't need Need it

Oh

You had believed one time Now you want more And what you perceive as life Is no more than a chore

A chore