Natural light pours in from open windows
and my room turns gold
until the sun passes behind the clouds
and my room is a mess
and my head aint too clean either
everything smells like cigarette smoke
and stale beer
like homeless sweat
I only sweat the small stuff
and wade carelessly through the big
like a child playing in the ocean
My tongue gets tied
when I try to scream
help is charity
and who wants to be a charity case?
I'd rather just drink a case of beer
and let drunk Harry play with the reins for a few hours