100

Out of medication
Taking yours on loan
Bought a couple dollar cans on my walk home
Drank them on the sofa in the dark alone
It’s 100 lonely hours with some more to go
You were awful worried when they called your phone
Peering toward the glass and looking all alone
Left without a jacket won’t be long
I’m told it’s 100 lonely hours with some more to go
Crooked floors and the pipes exposed
Leaking faucet is black with mold
Fuck your landlord, it’s not their home
I live for you and for you alone
Fell asleep on a pile of clothes
Gripped your blanket like a pillow
Box of wine with the bag exposed
Fuck your landlord, it’s not their home