Doing My Thing

Good morning, with the goodbyes Hey, hello No friendly conversations One way phones In order to get out there Thoughts I'll write Nobody pays attention Food arrives Bet you had enough Getting all dressed up And betting on fake lives When you're all asleep I'm just gonna keep Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing They've thought about the timing When to strike They're looking over shoulders What to like Their formulas will pick out Who will fair Less than a thousand plays I shouldn't care Bet you had enough Getting all dressed up And betting on fake lives When you're all asleep I'm just gonna keep Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing Doing my thing