Broke

Flung haphazardly on the couch Watch the ceiling fan spin while my stomach growls Got a safety pin where I used to have a button Reach into my pocket and I don't feel nothing But a hole in the bottom is a metaphor And I slump from the couch down to the floor A person like me just can't get off It's time for me to get a goddamn job On the other side of town There's always something going down They buy artisanal toilet paper See you at the tanning booth later And on my side of town It's all dried-up dead and brown I drain the last drop and the bottle's empty The ghost of sobriety leaves my body The bar's overstaffed and I can't get a shift The boss is mad and the manager's pissed The smoke leaves his lungs and he discards the butt While I'm saving up two months for the haircut Cool Guy Jake and the Blackout Brigade Are going to them bars tonight, it's going to be real gay Huge fire ants take over my street Next door neighbor is Lee Von Teves, if that tells you anything Yeah, on my side of town Where fire ants freckle the ground I drain the last drop and the bottle's empty Ghost of sobriety leaving my body