Sat on a curb with my foot in the grass There's a lane blocked off on the 78 overpass The concrete is cool in the crest of the sun Mama's mourning the life that has barely begun Cooked as a desert I burn for a bite Can nobody ever get my order right I can't fix what you had broke A number six curly fry with a small diet coke And if I cry before I break Pray to you I'll make mistakes But if morning comes too soon Faceless faceless faceless moon What did I do to you What did I do to you I crash into myself almost every night It's a bitch when the drink is the one calling shots but alright You put me down to pick me up You smile when you lie and you And I don't need anything anyone anytime So I'm taking my pennies back every cent every dime Cause none of my wishes matter to you so what can I say I'd rather be broke than breaking and pissing my life away