haven’t left the apartment for at least a week from the look of my feeds the world’s on a losing streak how could i fare much better
so i’ll brave the summer and its bitter sun every face in the market says i’m not the only one who’s prayin for winter and the need for a coat
i find some relief in the cool embrace of a 40 of mickeys i’ve only begun to debase myself
the suns goin down when i make it home a good day with friends but somehow i’m so alone and i should be thankful for all that i’ve got god knows i’m not
i could i could be so much more don't know what I'm waiting for