Bills are scheming with a lightweight check
again.
Swear to God they must by
best of friends.
And now I'm sitting solo on my couch
again
with these 4 walls.
They've become parenthetic.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for my friends.
'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't
pay dividends.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
then
we found new meanings
for what's copasetic.
Now it's easy...
too damn easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To wander these same neighborhoods
and stay in tiny, shitty apartments
when the loose ends of your 20s tangle
and you're tied to where you've always been.
And I'll never ask for
FOR ANYONE'S HELP.
But I still can't take
CARE OF MYSELF.
So I'll
COOK MY DINNERS
ON THESE BURNING BILLS
and laugh my way to the bank
so they can repossess my smile.
Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,
I know
time is racing past but
thoughts are slowed.
And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch
alone
inside 4 walls
because habits are a home.
It's the same everywhere,
I know.
Same for us all.
Late nights and lame jokes we're making
push back walls.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
all
we found were new ways
to be pathetic.
But it's easy...
just too easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.
To stay in soured relationships,
stay still in tiny, shitty apartments
when the low points of your paychecks dangle
while you're trying to climb as high as rent.
And we couldn't be in
ANY WORSE HEALTH.
And we couldn't be less
FAIR TO OURSELVES
but we'll keep on keeping
like it's copasetic
And we'll never ask for
ANYONE'S HELP.
Though we still can't take
CARE OF OURSELVES.
So we'll
COOK PLATES OF CROW
ON OUR BURNING BILLS
and laugh our way downtown
where we can reassess our smiles.