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 speeds through the best of times

And we’re breaking it now

And you don’t really wanna know

You had believed one time

And now you want more

And what you perceive as life

Is no more than a chore

Never a safe or a right place for ever getting old

We need some room 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

And 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, yeah

You had believed one time

And now you want more

And what you perceive as life

Is no more than a chore

A chore

A chore