# Hi. Its almost the 1st!

june black haze in the back of my mattress
cracked glasses, frames glued with the plastic
bad habits got me scattered
plates on the floor gettin shattered
I'm done acting like it matter
landlord bangin at the damn door
cardboard on the windows and i'm layin on the damn floor
what now, he want more? i already threw four grand
to the other man, said i got a week or maybe four
Landlord bangin' on the damn door
Kick it in if you want, you gon' pay for it
I'm hearin' Siri (Brrt), swear I hear it clearly
she don't understand me like Alexa do
bad with a case of dyslexia dude
sippin sangria, mixin lean in a liter
while readin theodor seuss
playin the snare drum
break beats and jazz runs
three biddies with the big bums
sittin on my sofa with their shirts off
soakin in season 1 of the summer's sun
june black haze in the back of my mattress
cracked glasses, frames glued with the plastic
bad habits got me scattered
plates on the floor gettin shattered
I'm done acting like it matter
landlord bangin on the damn door
landlord at the door, i'm on the floor
ignored the cord, phone dead since four
curtain twitch, certain this person is curses mixed
purpose is purchase my perfect deserted bliss
nervous ticks surface quick, words in a nervous lisp
“sir i just , sir i just, sir i just been workin’, miss...”
he shout “you always got a story, huh?”
“always in a storm but you order grub, forty bucks”
i mumble “yeah but...” wait shut the fuck up
stack of past due stacking up
cracked paint crawling the back hall
can't laugh at the math when the cash strapped
landlord bangin at the damn door
cardboard on the window, cold war
phone dead since four
and i'm still on the floor