# 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