Surviving on raindrops and the crusts of bread. Sleeping on the sidewalk, hoodie hung over my head. I' ve been returning bottles. Hit a run of bad road. I' ve got no money to drink with. I need serious help. Enough of me, how have you been? I have been down myself. Freezing and homeless, and dreading my deeds. Walking pneumonia, holes in my shoes and my jeans. I' ve got this crumpled up newspaper pillow, I won't be bouncing back from this bender. How did it come to this? Down and out for the rest of my days. It's cause I'm disinterested and lazy, and high, and I aint never gonna change.
