I said no It’s not just a little different

At this point I hope I don’t

Wife up or have any children

Shining things mean nothing

Smoke my lungs black and blistered

Mapped out the dead skin and hair

We’re old

At least that’s how it feels

We won’t be okay and I know

You’re not in control

No one expects any good

To unfold

Feel I’m already a ghost

Stay awake for nothing now

Not rich enough to make a sound

Comatose

Burning inside of my home

Lose all hope

Dying at 30 years old

Stay awake for nothing now

Not rich enough to fix myself

(Or anything else)

(Not rich enough to stick around)

You’d say “no, It’s your fault if you’re indifferent”

Then what should I do?

I’m broke

Whoever says “pull yourself up by the bootstraps”is a fucking joke It’s not just a little different

Speaking low do

What I’m told those

Steel tipped boots with

Broken toes

Its not just a little different

Don’t wife up or have any children