Loose Change.

Sitting in my backyard, having a cig
I’m not a smoker but it passes the time
The headspins make me feel stoned for a second
A moments peace where I can unwind
I never leave home ‘cause I’m so fucking lazy
And familiarity is a comfortable rut
Then I blame the world when I’m desperately lonely
If I was somebody else, I’d tell me to shut up
I don’t know how to talk to strangers
‘Cause I’m sure I have nothing interesting to say
I can’t understand why anyone would like me
Self-esteem has a tendency to decay
I freely blame my childhood for all of my problems
The teasing I copped and the way I was raised
Though, I know that I do this because it’s easier
Than summoning the strength required to change
So instead of progressing, I just sit and wallow
Writing line after line of my thoughts on a page
Hoping that someone will change my life for me
‘Cause I can’t do it for myself; not at this stage