Some Days (are left a little blank)

Fall into your future stage
Scribble goals upon your page
Be the warrior, be the mage
Be the way you show your age
Be the screaming fit of rage
Or store your feelings in the bank
Make a date to shake your cage
Some days are left a little blank.

Use your body, use a song
What you save won't last too long
Arm some armor, wear a thong
Sip some tea or smoke a bong
Someone's at your door, ding-dong
He's got a hand, he's gonna yank
Fly like Monthra, fall like Kong
Some days are left a little blank.

They say you've got a job to do
Gotta plan ahead, it's true
Get your posse, get your crew
Project: Advertising You
Hear the message, get a clue
Make them recognize your rank
But use that white space wisely, too
Some days are left a little blank.

You've got to get that worker's wage
And prove you're more than just some wank
But there's reason, says your friendly sage,
some days are left a little blank.