Threadbare At My Desk

[Verse 1]
Clock in
Already cleaning up fires I ain’t lit
Every inbox full of “help”
Every “urgent” just their mess I gotta fix
They break it
I tape it
They thank me
Then blame it
On “the system”
On “the process”
On anything but their own habits
Boss walks by like “teamwork”
While I’m doing five jobs in one body
Watching them scroll, talk loud, drink coffee
Calling that “busy,” that’s comedy
[Chorus]
This place is pulling on the last thread holding me
I’m the duct tape keeping up this sinking scene
I do the work, they take the credit, call it “team”
My sanity’s hanging by a string you barely see
(yeah, barely see)
[Verse 2]
“Quick question”
That’s code for “fix my disaster”
Same story, different meeting
Same clowns just crashing faster
I write guides, make lists, lay tracks
They use none of it, run it off track
Then ask, “Why’s everything broken?”
Like I ain’t been screaming that back
Smile in the hallway, rage in the stairwell
Deep breaths in the bathroom stall
Pep talk in the cracked mirror
“You can’t keep carrying it all”
[Chorus]
This place is pulling on the last thread holding me
I’m the duct tape keeping up this sinking scene
I do the work, they take the credit, call it “team”
My sanity’s hanging by a string you barely see
(you barely see, yeah)
[Bridge]
One more “quick favor”
One more “just a sec”
One more crisis born from
Them not reading one text
If this last thread snaps
And I finally let it fall
You’ll feel the weight of every shortcut
You ever leaned on me to stall
[Chorus]
This place is pulling on the last thread holding me
I’m the duct tape keeping up this sinking scene
I do the work, they take the credit, call it “team”
My sanity’s hanging by a string you barely see
(hanging, hanging)

rap, Gritty boom-bap Rap with male vocals, dry drum knock and dusty piano loop. Verses tight and talky, drums front and center. Hook widens with shouted gang vocals and filtered bass swells, last chorus adds doubled lead and subtle delay for a frayed, on-the-edge climax.