Best friends mirror your behavior
Work friends too
Conversations and expressions repeat
Routine's sauce stains your white collar
The other employee tries to pour it on
So that sauce drips on him
Just the same way it did you
Then you can rapport together
Like clueless teens fascinated with the false coincidences
For much of your lives have been simulated to be the same
You never cut the carpet to check what's under there
sauce and coffee stains have changed it's tone aswell
The dry cleaners can go only so far
After all they are all collective medal winners
Drinking out of their hobby race trophies
The way you and your twin do
Sit across from each other
On a train to nowhere
Menu has been limited to three items
The server's spiel time has tripled
As he recites the benefit and chef's attention with each
Put on humbled faces of false kings given privileged treatment
But it's just a little fried paste and a lot of that routine sauce
Even the beer is corn based trash you taste as if connoisseur
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