I'm working from 9 until 5, I'm working just to stay alive
I don't know what's wrong with me
I have no clue what you are about to do, I have this thing and it's for you
and driving me insane

Last night I talked to you for a while, i was intrigued about your style
you hammered me away
I can't speak clearly I can't think, I thought I was the missing link,
that would put together the chain

I thought I was your missing link
but now I know I was so wrong
I thought I was your missing link

I'm working from 5 until 1, I'm working just to supply my lungs
with all the smoke they need
I have no clue when I am going to die, I hope it's when I'm really high
so I can jump the plane
this plane will take me to your heart someday so then I can be with you
In my own little way
but please tell me, some day that I can be with you, or kill the missing link