Cheap-ass walks through our retirement plans
Blank headstones with our names [on/all over] them
Lately I’ve been stalking our apartment at night
Sleeps from 8 am to power the daylight
The same two dreams on a fulcrum
What good is your sail if you’re stuck with me in the doldrums?
Leave your concern at the waiting room door
The dirt from the outside tracked in on the floor
Goddammit, I just cleaned in here
I just cleaned out
[there’s a verse that needs to go in here maybe?]
Is this the trademark writing of our generation?
A Bridgers-esque, overly descriptive, realism metaphor?
The dirt you keep fucking tracking all over the floor
Goddammit, I just cleaned in here
Goddammit, I just cleaned you out
I just cleaned out
Get out
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