The Complex

I work on the highest floor
There’s nothing in my way
But I saw my picture on the bathroom door today
I don’t feel like working anymore, is that okay?

I’m so far in, I can’t get out
So far in, I can’t get out
So far in, I can’t get out

I made it to the highest floor
By working every day
But I can’t remember anymore what it was like to play
If I could only find the exit door, I’d run away

I’m so far in, I can’t get out
So far in, I can’t get out
So far in, I can’t get out

Can’t get out
Get out

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up and go
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up and go

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up and go

Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up and go