Down Myself

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.