Coping on Unemployment

Daily, she sends me photos of her

She's only twenty-something

Terrible with her iPhone

Left me another voicemail

Saying, "Sorry I didn't text you

I haven't been sleeping well"

It's a slow burn coping on unemployment

Cracking her fingers often

I ask her what we're doing

She tries to change the subject

Saying, "I'm scared of turning into

A parody of myself"

And it's hard

To give yourself over to something

It's hard

To give yourself over to something

Sunday, she puts on Sky Ferreira

She finishes herself first

She slept in her mascara

And says, "I think your music got worse

Since you went fully sober

At least now you won't kill yourself

You need to get some help"

And it's hard

To give yourself over to something

Give yourself over, over

Give yourself over, over

It's hard

To give yourself over to something

Give yourself over

When it could all turn into nothing

Give yourself over, over

And now I'm afraid to throw you in a different light

I'm waiting on the moment when we get it right

You're sleeping all alone, I'm sitting up at night

I'm so in my head, I'm so in my head

It's hard

To give yourself over

Give yourself over, over

Give yourself over, over

And it's hard

To give yourself over to something

Give yourself over, over

Give yourself over, over

It's hard

To give yourself over to something

Give yourself over, over

Give yourself over, over

And now I'm