I climb the wooden stairs
To my apartment in the city
With dark brown molding and white walls
I search my bank account
For traces of the forty hour weeks
I've been working since last fall

Give me a list of alarms to set
I'll tuck myself into bed
And hope that I can sleep in on the weekends
Another slave to a paycheck
A silent servant to my monthly rent
What's keeping me from sinking in the deep end

Now there's something to be said
For a firm lack of common sense
Cause God knows getting the van isn't paying rent
And now my older friends
Are all getting married with kids
And I'm just stoked to play your basement
What's right and wrong at times like these

Give me a list of alarms to set
I'll tuck myself into bed
And hope that I can sleep in on the weekends
Another slave to a paycheck
A silent servant to my monthly rent
What's keeping me from sinking in the deep end

All I can do is stall
While the plans we make
Become grain in the storm drain's teeth
And the rain is getting harder every week
While the plans we make
Become grain in the storm drain's teeth
And the puddles are growing deeper at my feet

Give me a list of alarms to set
I'll tuck myself into bed
And hope that I can sleep in on the weekends
Another slave to a paycheck
A silent servant to my monthly rent
I'm sinking


Lyrics submitted by eltroyo11

Oak Square song meanings
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