Текст песни
"Three monitors, zero respect
Greg cried when the coffee machine broke
Janet wrote the password on her palm—then washed her hands
The whole place was a sitcom
And I decided to stop being the laugh track
I packed my mug and ditched the scene
Left behind that neon-screened routine
Greg's spreadsheet's crying out for aid
But I'm done playing corporate charades
Kevin jammed the copier again
Sally lost the client's domain
Boss just sits there, blinking slow
Realized I ran the whole damn show
Janet tried to lead the team
But her screen turned blue mid-stream
The calendar syncs in hieroglyphs
And I'm out living, catching riffs
They called me "just a number" ("just a number")
Now they're drowning in blunders (drowning in blunders)
The system cracked when I walked free (when I walked free)
Turns out the glue was really me (the glue was really me)
HR's lost their flow and file
Janet's printer smokes in denial
Reports are written upside down
While I stroll free beyond this town
Boss now begs it to pray
Greg starts crying twice a day
Coffee's gone, the lights won't blink
I'm sipping whiskey while they sink
My inbox closed, my badge revoked
Their little crew? Officially choked
I'm riding waves, out in the clear
While they pitch decks to empty ears
They called me "just a number" ("just a number")
Now they're drowning in blunders (drowning in blunders)
The system cracked when I walked free (when I walked free)
Turns out the glue was really me (the glue was really me)
No plan B, no captain bold (no captain bold)
Just chaos dressed in office mold (in office mold)
My ghost walks halls they can't repair (they can't repair)
I left a legacy, not just air (not just air)
Staplers crash like final beats
Janet's meetings turn to tweets
I'm gone—and boy, it shows