Cosmetic

I've taken all, all I can take
 I'm ankle deep in you
 Fallen into tiny pieces on the floor
 It's such a bore
 I'm sweeping up around your writing desk
 The stapler sits in the middle of it all
 It is a symbol of all my struggles
 Every day you leave me here with nothing else
 Solvent bottle and a rag that's supposed to help
 And all that I can do is cosmetic
 Tomorrow it will be the same
 I thought we talked about your habit
 Taking things out, never putting them away
 Am I just a slave? Be careful now
 In all these books, so much wisdom
 And you caress every page but I'm ignored
 To say that I'm bored is understatement
 Every day you leave me here with nothing else
 Solvent bottle and a rag that's supposed to help
 And all that I can do is cosmetic
 Tomorrow it will be the same
 Mabel, you're taking too long
 You've got three more offices to do on this floor
 Mabel, keep your mind on your work
 Sometimes I don't know what we're paying you for
 I dug around, look what I found
 Romantic note in another person's hand
 Well isn't that grand
 The truth is out
 I've taken all, all I can take
 And you could eat off every surface
 I can do nothing more for you
 I'm out the door
 Every day you leave me here with nothing else
 There are others in the world who could use my help
 Oh all I ever do is cosmetic
 Tomorrow I'll be back again