Compromise by Office Culture

Don’t worry bout me, babe
I’m right where I have to be, babe
And it’s just you and me
Hurtling through strange country
Through space and time

Were you imagining me, babe
Clawing at the walls, talking in my sleep?
There was a time that I did
And I know I still might give in
But it feels like work
All that foolish pride

Remember it’s me you’re talking to
It’s always been fine to leave if you wanted to
And talking feels easy
Open like country
Like cornfields of time

Are you imagining me, babe
Screaming somewhere softly, wondering what you need?
Well, you say that you don’t
But I know that you might give in
Is this thing worth less than our foolish pride?

Give in, take time
Talk is cheap
And we wear our memories on our sleeves
It takes work, it takes lots of time
To live with our foolish pride
I won’t give in to my foolish pride

How little you must think of me
Do you think I’d join the chorus when they say:
“I love comfort and compromise
And going home with my foolish pride”
I won’t give in to my foolish pride

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