In Between Jobs lyrics

Slamming my fingers in the drawers

Slamming my fingers in the drawers for fun

I'm In between jobs

Got some money

I don't need to participate

On an earth level for a few weeks

I can hang out in parking lots

I can hang out in parking lots

And between walls

I'm traveling light now

You're wrapped up

Full of youth and age

Full of fear and fear

Rooting through the change in your pockets

Counting it, [ ]

Places to be

People to see

Stacking it up

Sleeping early

Drinking orange juice

Frying an egg

Speaking in dignified nouns and verbs

Flushing toilets

Getting along with people

Containing it

Containing time

Running back and forth

Doing plank but not jumping

Shedding skins like a desert snake

Puking now and then

Keeping horizons low

And hands with knuckles

Hands with knuckles

That kind of stuff

I love it when it's like that

But fucking hate it when it's like that

What happens when you're stopping

When you're in between jobs

Sleep [ ]