Worn out
Dollar bills they aren't flashing
But I'm grinding into the underground
Joy, elation tough maintain
Got some respect
But not quiet enough
I'm hard to please
Hard to linger in the precipice
Of never stopping
But no set routine.

My baby
He's a honey bear
He's always on the edge of his seat
With work
With me
We keep him moving
Living so quickly
Music slows me to drink up
A cinematic gratitude
I otherwise might chalk up as
A hardship too.

I got everything though
Don't I?
Don't I

I almost sat with my bare bottom
On a pile of glass
Traffic flows the worst
At the 6pm hour
Back hurts from carrying the weight
Of it all

But with every slight
There's an article a meme
Created to juxtapose
Our strife.

I see man
Don't get high little gypsy woman
When you can't relax and gotta tip tap
You're still so new

I look more and more like
A CEO
As each day passes
And I contemplate
Auditioning, submitting
And the thought
Exhausts me.

This time last year
My sleep deprivation
Was a different embraced entity
I did everything I could
To party and **** the pain away
And now there's no turning away.

The eyes and faces that greet me
They all work with me
And sometimes
It's absolutely grueling.


I got my boots on
It's clearly so time for a break
But this is just the beginning of the week
Sleep sleep sleep
It becomes so clear my apartment is just meant for one
After several days time
It's okay baby
Let's get dinner after
Like you suggested
And be at our best.

But my god
It's a trying time.