You texted me in the morning something simple

Said you loved me and your job was fucking boring

I said, "Ditto", asked about the weather

This plant don't have any windows

Gray and cloudy like they forecasted

But we woke up optimistic feeling last night's orgasms

You asked me how I felt, I said, "I'm sick"

Drank a half a fifth of Admiral Nelson's

The poor Captain's

You asked me if it'd ever get better

Wasn't sure how to answer but I couldn't say never

So, gave you a maybe, you replied with a sad face

But when your life is in twenty-six years of bad breaks

It's hard to be hopeful

Hard to imagine or see anything change

So, instead I wrote you

And told you everything would be okay

Now all I got's a dollar and my name

And lately both are feeling worthless

It's hard to hope without a window open

I'm living broke but I'm not living broken

I texted my brother, said, "What the fuck is up?"

He said he's working but other than that it's nothing much

Told him I needed money, he said, "How fucking much?"

"Just for a couple weeks, a couple hundred bucks"

Soon as he told me yes I thought about

How embarrassing it feels when feeling down and out

So I apologized, I said, "It's not alright

You're my little brother, one day I'll make it right

But I still need the money though"

He responded with a, "LOL"

It isn't funny though

Cause I don't know what the hell I'm doing

Been doing this for so long it's feeling normal

I think I relate with that caged bird

That wanted to escape from his great world

When offered his chance to finally go

He decided to stay, what's the point without hope?

Now all I got's a dollar and my name

And lately both are feeling worthless

It's hard to hope without a window open

I'm living broke but I'm not living broken

Now all I got's a dollar and my name

And lately both are feeling worthless

It's hard to hope without a window open

I'm living broke but I'm not living broken