I feel like that bum you know,
the only one left in the park after dusk
The neighborhood is plentiful and prosperous
but everybody's moving out
I'm that annoying wrong number that you get at 5 AM
and you can't get back to sleep
you gotta be up in two hours , what a tragedy
might as well drill a hole through my eyes
How inconvenient to
not be able to learn from my mistakes
My left hand it fights my right
Split personalities
Getting angry at myself this pen is getting fucking heavy
slowly ripping through a barren sheet
I just wrote another bunch of lines that might mean nothing tomorrow
but right now they mean everything (see below)
I'll drain you patience
I'll shit your time away
I'll clog your toilet
and complain about the bad plumbing