Don’t Blow Your Dream Job

There is a heart as an appliqué
Sewn into the part in the place of the
Criers, dyers, occupiers
Found innocent of guilting
The flowers into wilting

Where are the words you're supposed to say
In quest of composing a gesture
Where nothing can destroy you?
What does it cost to go away
The price your tricks pay

Solemn salutations
Ride on every single play
Every phrase exaggerated slightly
None so loved and none too hatеd
None so in the way
As a heart in thе right place
At the wrong time

Yesterday he jerked your arm into his car
He isn't just to blame for what you really are
I know you try hard
And I know you try to please him beyond reason

Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job
Don't blow your dream job