How To Turn Your Emotional Anguish Into Cold Hard Cash

Each day I live like this

Each day alone

The grass is dead and I'm scared

Each day I live like this

Each day alone

The snow is fresh and I

Exit the foyer and traverse the brick path home

And I should've worn another layer between my shirt and my coat

The cold chaps my lips and the grass is brown and dead

The air smells dire and burnt and I'm done

And I'm done, and I'm done, and I'm done

Each day I live like this, each day alone

The grass is dead and I'm scared

Each day I live like this, each day alone

The snow is fresh and I'm scared

It's a hopeless, restless, close-my-eyes-while-driving kind of sad

The kind when I remember you, I remember that I had

And you cant seem to cover up the small spot in your mind

That I could never seem to find my way out of in time

And I'll come up empty every time

Expectations, never mine

And I'll come up empty every time

Expectations, never mine

And I'll come up empty every time

Expectations, never mine

And I'll come up empty every time

Expectations, never mine