Spills

I've got dead schemes

And a place for the fleas

A better plan, I outran

The only one on the lease

A ceiling, a cold tile

A frantic, haunting smile

The uneven pitch of the wall

A lock on a broken door

Cold cup of coffee spills onto the floor

I've got nothing on my chest that I need anymore

They're gonna put me in the book of how to be poor

Please be quiet when you leave, I've got nothing at all

Here's a better plan and a nice scheme

Where we all get what we need

A nice day, a cup of coffee

And a place in the shade

But it's plastic, a nice lie

And it feels good at the time

Like I said, I spent the rent on another place I could

Cold cup of coffee spills right on the goddamn floor

And I've got nothing on my chest that I need anymore

They're gonna put me in the book of how to be poor

Please be quiet when you leave, I've got nothing at all

I just told a lie on the way to your door

Said I was feeling in reach, collected, and informed

I am closer to the end than I was before

And if I can't do what's right, I can't do it at all