6 AM, it won’t be light for another hour
gotta get out of bed gotta get in the shower
gotta clean off the night before and get ready for something new
she just probably went to sleep, maybe forgot to eat, man it can be hard to keep a consistent schedule when you’re living the best fucking life that you possibly can
she has the same face as me
she sees through the same eyes
talks through the same teeth
i just know there’s enough of us to go around
as i run my feet hit suburban street and i fight the urge to throw rocks through windows of fancy cars parked in front of 1.5 million dollar homes
want to balance things out want to get them real even
she has the same face as me
she sees through the same eyes
talks through the same teeth
i just know there’s enough of us to go around