no one smoking regs in the backyard
knows the debt yr in on every card
any entry job you lost
dodging tasks in the back off(ice)
sobbing in yr car fresh off the clock

he’s a tallboy deep when I walk in
I instantly take notice… *she’s* missing
yr angel face flown off yr arm
meet: canvas to project upon
but every shallow exchange will go wrong

so… honey, tell me, is she salaried?
are her invoices all paid?
does she boil pots of tea and plant trees at her parents’ house
when she’s home for the holidays?
bet she scribbles in a pink planner
folds the pages, dots her i’s
sunbeam on her perfect skin, each morning
without one extraction
well, I’m no match
oh, who could I kid, man?
I get it

we bounced over to the corner store
snuck our t-shirts passed the door
well, you asked bout my “game plan”, my ex man, my major and more
“I’m trying ‘employment’ but I can’t enjoy it
there’s tears on my post-its / gold stars on my pink slips”
can see yr head’s spinning, it’s just a few minutes!
some things better left half-said under snare hits

but is she salaried?
are her student loans all paid?
does she set a soft alarm, walk the dog
mow the leaves, rake the lawn
when she’s home on a holiday?
bet she’s out for drinks now with her boss
pitching scripts and swapping goss(ip)
bottle blonde with no damage, even ends
eats her grilled cheese with bread
my friends impressed that I got out of bed
man, I get it