Verse 1

Same room, same floor

Same stain on the door

Bills piled like bricks

And the fridge got poor

I count ceiling cracks

Like they got a score

Grey pill in my palm

Just to fake some more

Clock face, dead stare

Cold tea, old chair

My phone don't ring

Like nobody's there

I move through the day

Like a ghost in a dare

One more little blur

And I almost care

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