She never gets to rest a wink
It's like she's always on the go
And sometimes, she doesn't even know
If she can hold off the landlord just a few more days
Before he gives her the ol' heave-ho
This is no way to live, but
There ain't much in the way of options
She keeps a, steady stream of boxes
Wherever she's at, reminding her: no relaxing
Never settles in or finishes unpacking

Most of her belongings remain in storage
And the storage space, she can barely afford it
See, the paychecks dwindle every single week, and
After bills are paid, she's broke the same weekend
No family to lean on, or lover to believe in,
Gas in the tank or food to be eaten
Parting ways with, anything worth redeeming
To keep her afloat, before the freezing..


I sold all my memories
Everything I've ever seen
Does that count for anything?


His life is under construction
He try to purge out the bad,
Like a city under corruption
To the repugnant republic - subject...
A saint that ain't remembered for nothing
Take his world and measure the circumfrence
More than anything he earns when he punches
Barely functions off two parts grind
Two pots black and two parts luncheon

Now and then he likes to sit up in the break room out of it
Lord of his land want them dollars in
Kicks his feet up on the table like an ottoman
Smokes a hundred, while he crack open that bottled gin
He lift it to his face -
His face lifts like it's collagen
Following the road of a common man
Finding meaning in his lifetime
Lost in the world, but found in his right mind


Where do I go when I am all alone?