Our lives in our wallets
We traded IDs at dawn
I have no future here
The next place many miles away
This is how time is killed
This is how boredom is made
Each step in sticks closer to my skin
I conjure hope myself
My winter coats are worn in the summer
Against every shuttering eye in service commerce
A warmth stolen from grocery stores
Teaching me to lock the door
I miss the old decay
When the rot was held internally
But if you can't keep your liquor
Then I can't handle you
Descending spit tricks and losing melody
Scraping the floor as I play along