Elevator Operator

Oliver Paul, 20 years old
 Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald
 Wakes up at quarter past nine
 Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line
 Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware
 He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere
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 Feeling sick at the sight of his computer
 He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters
 Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
 Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams
 "I'm not going to work today
 Going to count the minutes that the trains run late
 Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans"
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 Headphone wielding to the Nicholas building
 He trips on a pothole that's not been filled in
 He waits for an elevator, one to nine
 A lady walks in and waits by his side
 Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin
 Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton
 Vickers perfume on her breath
 A tortoise shell necklace between her breasts
 She looks him up and down with a botox frown
 He's well used to that look by now
 The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
 Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
 Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
 You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
 I'd give anything to have skin like you
 He said "I think you're projecting the way that you're feeling
 I'm not suicidal, just idling insignificantly
 I come up here for perception and clarity
 I like to imagine I'm playing SimCity
 All the people look like ants from up here
 And the wind's the only traffic you can hear"
 He said "All I ever wanted to be
 Was an elevator operator, can you help me please?"
 Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
 You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
 I'd give anything to have skin like you
 Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof
 You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth
 I'd give anything to have skin like you