I Can Make a Hundred Dollars Last a While
I could sleep on your couch
Until you kick me out
Either subtly or explicitly,
Or even just with doubt.
I could get around this town
Until I figure some things out
Either directly or aversely,
Or just do without.
And I have been
Thinking that my life is
Never going to change, it’s
Always going to stay the same.
I used to
Never question why, and
Never say goodbye, but
Now it’s all I’m doing these days.
I don’t have expensive taste,
I just like to get by.
I’ve never been one to waste,
And you won’t notice me at night.
Because the way that things are now
Is the best they’re going to get
And I’m sick of faces in the crowd
And I’m sick of making friends
And as good as things are now
Is the best they’re going to get
I’m sick of looking at the clouds
And I’m sick of losing friends
So I could help you pay your rent,
If you gave me a ride to work.
I can make a hundred dollars last a while,
But I can’t spare myself this hurt.
from Build Yourself Better and Pen and Paper, Wood and Nails, available in print and digital formats February 29th, 2016.
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