haven’t left the apartment
for at least a week
from the look of my feeds
the world’s on a losing streak
how could i fare much better
so i’ll brave the summer
and its bitter sun
every face in the market
says i’m not the only one
who’s prayin for winter
and the need for a coat
i find some relief
in the cool embrace
of a 40 of mickeys
i’ve only begun to debase myself
the suns goin down
when i make it home
a good day with friends
but somehow i’m so alone
and i should be thankful
for all that i’ve got
god knows i’m not
i could
i could be so much more
don't know what I'm waiting for