The buildings look like movie props
a sequel to the life I thought I forgot
and I found new friends
I'm living paycheck to paycheck
the thrill of independence my apartment's a wreck
and that ain't no means to an end
Tuesday morning with hungover ambition
regrets and the whisky are my acts of contrition
and I lost my mind
I'm driving that truck at night
Torn thumbs over tattered classifieds
and until my lottery line comes in
I will bide my time
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