There's nothing less cool
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing
a damn thing at all.
Not thrilling to chill,
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers
and wait for the call. There's a light
shining out from the windowsill
not content to project all day long.
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.
Closed.
Maybe I could do this right for once.
Get my ducks in a row and just
stop talking trash or whatever they say.
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,
"Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted."
But today everybody is a little tired,
it's Wednesday.
So at 10:00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.
And it's you and me
and a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light.
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night.
I drink fast, I don't savor.
Each way takes an hour
and at twelve, I'll be gone.
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There's nothing less cool
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing
a damn thing at all.
Not thrilling to chill,
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers
and wait for the call. There's a light
shining out from the windowsill
not content to project all day long.
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.
Closed.
Maybe I could do this right for once.
Get my ducks in a row and just
stop talking trash or whatever they say.
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,
"Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted."
But today everybody is a little tired,
it's Wednesday.
So at 10:00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.
And it's you and me
and a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light.
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night.
I drink fast, I don't savor.
Each way takes an hour
and at twelve, I'll be gone.
than feeling exhausted from hours of not doing
a damn thing at all.
Not thrilling to chill,
steal bandwidth and cable, give shouts to employers
and wait for the call. There's a light
shining out from the windowsill
not content to project all day long.
Maybe I could walk a little to the library.
Closed.
Maybe I could do this right for once.
Get my ducks in a row and just
stop talking trash or whatever they say.
Make the bed, sweep the floor, shake the carpet and spray.
Put my shit in a pile, on the top slap a post-it,
"Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted."
But today everybody is a little tired,
it's Wednesday.
So at 10:00 I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway.
And it's you and me
and a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light.
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night.
I drink fast, I don't savor.
Each way takes an hour
and at twelve, I'll be gone.