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