Oblivious Lyrics - Terrible, Terrible News - Matthew James Band

I got a stat job,put in my time I hate what I do. Oh well I feel fine Get the bill, pay it on time Such a nice girl, she'll make a fine bride If it works out well, She won't toss me aside 

There must be more to life than this. Everything is one big mess. Got my artificial highs as my consolation prize. They tell me I'm oblivious. oblivious, oblivious, I'm oblivious 

I got my friends. Got my religion, here with my goals and my statement of mission. Won't change my mind without their permission There must be more to life than this. Everything is one big mess. Got my artificial highs as my consolation prize. They tell me I'm oblivious. Tried to walk a miracle mile, Didn't even crack a smile I still sit here waiting, anticipating love. 

There must be more to life than this.Everything is one big mess. Got my artificial highs as my consolation prize. They tell me I'm oblivious.