Real Estate

In the back booth of a Pizza Hut

All alone with my big red cup

Considering the 12 steps and the crushing weight of existence

I stop filling out the application when it asks me if I’m a team player

And politely ask the waiter if this my rock bottom

I just wanted to wash the dishes

Lock the doors and mop the floors

It’s a simple operation

A drug test and a background check

Is a criminal investigation

“How am I supposed to write love songs under these conditions?

The waiter just shrugged his shoulders,

He wasn’t much for conversation

I just wanted to wash the dishes

I’m thinking about sobering up

Getting into real estate

Take a couple classes down at the community college

I’m thinking about sobering up

Getting into real estate

I’ve always considered myself a people person

Who wouldn’t mind taking six percent off the top

Of whatever you’ve got

Whether your cup of Mountain Dew is half empty or half full depends on whether there was an ice maker in the door of your refrigerator growing up

That’s not a judgment, just an observation

The world tends to look a little brighter to those with access

Optimism is a luxury item not everyone can afford

Sweeping up the trash down here on society’s bottom floor

Dreaming of a brighter tomorrow

Doesn’t do nothing for me today

I keep signing on these dotted lines

Giving it all away