I know you have no clue
It’s not one care on your mind
You just need the box checked
You don’t have time to be kind.
I know you have no care
Whether I’m productive or I’m slack
Right now, your mind’s on another mode
Your polite is way off track.
Tomorrow, you’ll be thankful
Tomorrow, you’ll see my face
Instead of the object that stands
Between you and the end of the race.
Until then, it’s clear to me
Until then, I know it’s true
I’m unaccustomed to micromanagement
I’m unaccustomed to you.