i nod at the working girls at the circle k before i head to get a gallon of the cheap sugar shit that if you water down enough tastes like soda after its been sitting out open all day in the rain...because that's what i can afford...because that's what we can all afford...even the dealers outside the cars in the drive through at the gyro place that just closed are having a hard time...

...and the 17 more letters that arrived today to remind me that the loans are all in default...

...and the 17 more letters that drive a stake through my heart and remind me of the anger and the pain...

...and the hospitals keep churning out more reminders that i haven't yet paid for everything they took and every abuse they laid upon me...

...and a little boy down in florida...

...a little boy down in florida at a hospital...

...down in florida at a hospital with bills already being printed...

...and there's nothing wrong with this place...

...and there's nothing wrong with this place, said the bitch the other day that said it's all our faults if we can't pay...

...and the funny thing is how much closer i am with a phd to the working girls at the circle k than i am to the scared sweet southern thing with the poison claws working at the bank...

...working...

...because she's no commie like the rest of us...

i should know who i am by now
i walk
the record stands somehowthe washington post did call and i told everything i could recall about my time spent with miller at virginia tech...thinking of winter
your name is the splinter inside me while i waitwhat will happen to you? anything? the answer i fear to be true? nothing.and i remember the sound of your november downtown
and i remember the truthand i finally told my truth to those brave enough to listen...and i don't have to stay this way
if only i would wakei woke today...and the truth has set me free...at least on that record...[lyrics by joshua radin]