(0338) coffee stains

we can't afford that. i can't pay for it.
there is no way i am going to beg for it.
the party's over. i'm on my way home.
i'm feeling sober, and the cold has crept back in my bones.

fixed on an income and the future's lack of reason..
this music confuses, and i don't know how to listen.
design your look, and i'll design my narrow thoughts.
pissed off and rambling to anyone who gives a fuck.

forgot the number. forgot to wash my clothes.
forgot everything except the way the wind blows.
so now i'm vacant in this vacant apartment.
keeping my eyes open just so i can pay the rent.

sometimes, i dream that nothing's happening.
it's hard to wake up when you're in the backseat.