Five dollars and my laundry money, I’ve got last check in the mail and the rent is three weeks away. I didn’t know her that well, she’s got a new credit card. I’m unemployed on Labor Day and all my friends are servers.
Turns out that I’m really bad at pinball, now I’ve got to wear my dirty clothes. Dropped out of the bar when she went to the bathroom and the neon makes me feel so alone. Crashed into a party West of Kedzie, around the time I missed your fourth call. Had my head in the sofa cushions, I was picking out the loose change when they said to get the fuck out of their house.
When you find me on Milwaukee Avenue with quarters in my pockets, baby, remind me that this is my real life. Then wrap your body around mine like a cloth. You gotta take me home. Home is a place I made up when I didn’t want to feel so goddamned alone.