Per my last email

(Instrumental intro) **(Intro)** In the land of emails and office light, Where thoughts are filtered, day and night, We speak in code, we twist our words, In a dance of jargon, we're all blurred. **(Verse 1)** In the subject line, I craft my tale, With "synergy" and "forward," I set sail, But what I mean is, "Please just read," Yet I must soften every need. "Touch base," "circle back," and "leverage this," We hide our truth in corporate bliss, What I want to say, I'll never send, In the world of work, we all pretend. **(Chorus)** Oh, the jargon that we write, Hides the truth from morning light, In every email that we send, Our real thoughts, we must amend. With "best regards" and "thanks in advance," We dance around in a corporate trance. **(Verse 2)** "Per my last email," I disguise, The frustration burning in my eyes, I wish I could say, "This makes no sense," But instead, it's "Let's take this offline, hence." "Best regards" when I'd rather shout, "Thanks for nothing," but there's no doubt, In every line, we tread with care, In this office dance, we're all ensnared. (Chorus) Oh, the jargon that we write, Hides the truth from morning light, In every email that we send, Our real thoughts, we must amend. With “best regards” and “thanks in advance,” We dance around in a corporate trance. (Bridge) Behind the screens, behind the keys, Our real thoughts are caught like leaves, We write in codes, we write in veils, In the land of emails, truth derails. (Chorus) Oh, the jargon that we write, Hides the truth from morning light, In every email that we send, Our real thoughts, we must amend. With “best regards” and “thanks in advance,” We dance around in a corporate trance. (Outro) So here we are, in this corporate game, We speak in tongues, never the same, In the end, our thoughts concealed, In the land of emails, truths are sealed