Couch Song

Even five years can't save Five dimes to my name in this town I'm pushing on Plastic cards in my own Pocket drown my neck in debt My swim barely floats See, it's hard to hold self worth When I still surf couch to couch for home I need some space Some space I hate this game Just wait 'till I Make it there I've been broke for too long I'll make it there I've been broke for too long I'll make it there I've been broke for too long For too long Rusted chain on two wheels Only takes me far enough for False sense of breadth These jobs got me selling Mind and body all in trade for Staying afloat See I want more than to be Trapped in this game Trapped in this game I won't live just to sell My hope I hate this game Just wait 'till I Make it there I've been broke for too long I'll make it there I've been broke for too long I'll make it there I've been broke for too long For too long