Coffee

Verse 1

I pour everything into this place, nights and weekends on the line,

Every heartbeat borrowed, every dream a dotted sign.

Weeks away from home, the calendar bleeds into the blue,

Loyalty measured by profits, but I’m aching through and through.

Pre-Chorus

Walking on eggshells, waiting for the next review,

HR whispers in the hallway, turning trust into a clue.

Chorus

There has to be more to life than this machine we’re marching through,

More than dashboards, more than numbers, more than chasing ruined truth.

Let the blinds fall down for a moment, let the quiet find my name,

I’m more than a cog in a system built on fear and flame.

Verse 2

The office hums a ledger, a symphony of urgent calls,

Silos stand like walls, while the world outside still wants it all.

We trade our sleep for deadlines, meals for dashboards’ glow,

And friendships fade to KPI lines nobody wants to know.

Pre-Chorus

We wear the suit of momentum, pretend it fits just fine,

But the heart keeps a record of the moments left behind.

Chorus

There has to be more to life than this machine we’re marching through,

More than slogans, more than stock ticks, more than chasing after you.

Let the clock unwind a little, hear the quiet in the room,

I’m not just a number—there’s a voice inside this gloom.

Bridge

There’s dignity in dreaming, even when the door is slammed,

A future where work serves living, not the ghost in a plan.

If leadership learns mercy over metrics, if truth can still be kind,

We’ll find a path that balances passion with a calmer mind.

Verse 3

There’s a rhythm to rescue, a tune that hums beneath the ache,

A life where boundaries rise like dawn, not something we must break.

I want a place where loyalty isn’t bought with endless rain,

Where rest is a right, not a risk, and joy returns again.

Chorus

There has to be more to life than this machine we’re marching through,

More than quarterly dreams that leave the heart in fading blue.

Let the echoes turn to music, let compassion lead the way,

We’ll rise beyond the numbers, find a brighter day.

Outro

So lift the curtain, let the daylight spill across the floor,

Let work be a chorus, not a war we fight anymore.

There’s more to life than labels—more to love, more to see,

Yes, there’s more to life than this—there’s a better melody.