here, there. anywhere

we get paid bi-weekly here
its a shitty job cleaning for others
theres no emotion swings here
there no trouble-a-brewing here
theres no parades here but
its comfortable for me here

my shirt is always wrinkled come thursday
i dont have the strength to wash it enough
my pants are taxed with dust and grime come friday
and i just wish my paycheck could go through
i dont have much to do or say these lonely days
but i need that check to pay rent come saturday
and get the dept collectors off my back awhile

meals are short and bland here
and are not nearly as filling as they once were
i'm starving under these sunsets
on a porch meant for company
on a porch alone
still my insides turn at the thought of you
and the real starvation sets in
but my belt's run out of notches
and i can't afford another

home is a place i left long ago
this house is barren and lonely
and you're miles away
and it's perfectly how i want it