There’s a rabbit in the parking garage

His left leg’s fucked and I don’t know if he knows which way is out

In here where nothing’s soft, he’s sleeping in a pile of plastic bags and Styrofoam cups

Our time is done

It was done before we were born

He rode his bike right under a bus

Some days this goddamned city’s too much for me

“So let’s go run away out into the woods”

LOL, baby, maybe just grow the fuck up

I’m 31 and wearing a baseball hat to work

Drowning in debt with no prospects

Living from check to check

My life is in…