It Is What It Is

It is what it is being left in the dark of a basement apartment It is what it is In the back of the hearse thinking this could be worse I've got something to say: I lost my job today I got nickel and dimed I couldn't find the time to shoot a straighter course or find more remorse For driving the company van right through the office doors The old me is still the old me My attention dwindles My words turn to lunchmeat Every time I'm on the line I'm thirty seconds behind It is what it is being left in the dark of a basement apartment It is what it is In the back of the hearse thinking this could be worse Who do you think you are I am? I am the train conductor of this airplane crash Who put me in charge of firing all these neurons and knowing when to stop? The old me is still the old me My attention dwindles my words turn to lunchmeat every time I'm on the line I'm thirty seconds behind It is what it is being left in the dark of a basement apartment It is what it is In the back of the hearse thinking this could be worse