I've been hittin' bowls
To get through the work days
Improves my mood, music fills my ears
This time last year
I wasn't here.

Its warm outside now
I embrace it because thank God, its time its time
Never like being told what to do.

Theres a ******* bicycle sitting next to me
At our kitchen table
Our other room mate never even ******* uses it
But insists on never cleaning
She acts as if she's not here
And it makes me heart feel resentment
Her dishes recently gone, all pictures out of sight
I lost her in the "divorce" I joke to everyone else
Her friend asked me what happened
In my brown work cap
I responded with a chill apathy.

Don't really know why haven't heard
Feelin' so unsupported by those that love me
Filling up lungs with criss crossing jump rope
Don't have time to wallow, dwell
I watched my best friend weep in the bed yesterday morning
I laid next to her
We tried to do work
But tears swell and combust from all those around me
How fitting that I played the one in lingerie

To turn the tv on
Move away
Interact. Try to get a reading from the spirits
Echoed the commotion
And led the blinded fortune teller away from it all.