Clean up, next day.
from the tickertape parade that you threw for me.
i thought i earned half-heartedly, but we both know i don't deserve a thing.

spill out my chest onto paper for a check, that we cashed too soon.
now the government is on my stoop waving documents and beating down my door.

everyone was sleeping. everyone was sad.
everything was perfect. and perfect wasn't bad.

Jesus Christ i need you. i need you now.
or anyone who feels like helping out.