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Out On My Feet
04:01
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Lonely Saturday night, left out by the wayside.
I got called in in the morning, talked into a double and left after 9.
Now I’m at home just me and my student loans.
Of course the battery died, I left on the dome light.
My shift was over, Kevin came to jump it. The cables caught fire.
I watched the final ounce of hope go up in a plume of smoke.
I’m sick of smelling like kitchen grease,
Can’t get it out of my clothes.
I’m sick of scraping the windshield clean.
I’m sick of shoveling snow.
I’m sick of beating the sun to work—
Pale light starting to glow.
I’m sick of racing it home.
Ankle’s giving me hell—swollen up and dark blue.
Fucked it up in November, too broke for the doctor, trying to make do.
I don’t feel any break there in the bone
So I’m just letting it go.
Can’t see through it
No hope. Worthless.
I’m buried beneath a layer of dust.
I’m out on my feet, but I’m waking back up.
I keep trying to leave, enough is enough.
I’m out on my feet, but I’m waking back up.
The brink of defeat. We’re totally fucked.
I’m out on my feet, but I’m waking back up.
Cut down at the knees, spitting out blood.
I’m off of my feet, but I’m getting back up.
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Brakeless
03:43
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The bank sign out my window is laughing in my face
Cause it’s 7 in the morning and only 4 degrees.
There’s a city budget crisis, they’re closing all the libraries.
There’s no money left for nothing so they’re only plowing Broad St.
I’m picking lunch over the subway. I’ve got 4 bucks to my name.
It’s another morning bike ride in the fucking freezing rain.
I pull a second pair of gloves. I’m tying bags around my feet.
I’m not getting trench foot this week.
I heard a song on the radio
That tried to tell me I’m not alone
But I feel like it today.
I heard a song on the radio
That said “that’s just the way it goes”
And I think I’m gonna break.
I swerve left to dodge a car door at 12th and Cecil B
Caught my front wheel in the trolley tracks and slid across the street
I showed up to work all bloodied up but still got all my teeth
And lately that’s what’s passing as lucky. Lucky for me.
I keep thinking of ways to make it seem like an accident.
I pulled the brake off my bike, so if a bus runs the light, well then...
I keep telling myself that it can’t be that serious
But if I’m talking like this, I guess it is.
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