Work

Dear Sir, We know what your about, you cannot say, we 
didn't see it, cos we can see that your slacking, well its 
another habit that your cracking,
Whats the movement if you don't move, what have you got 
left to prove
Im not sure how to stick to the floor, I smashed on to your
 ceiling, let me sleep awhile cos I cannot stand, break my 
fingers, hold my hand
What's the movement if you don't move, what have you got 
left to prove
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of 
you, You left a postlet on your door, saying I don't wanna 
see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill 
disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me 
of you.
Dear Sir, quietly slip away, the last leaf fell we all saw 
it, cos we can see, that you flagging its not just your 
heels that your dragging,
Whats the movement if you don't move, what have you got 
left to prove x2
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of 
you, You left a postlet on your door, I don't wanna see you
 no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill 
disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me 
of you