Nothing to Show

It’s too hot to sleep in this third floor tenement
I’ve been up all night clinging on to sentiment
I’ve soaked the sheets straight through to the box spring
Been years since I’ve had anything better than
Eighty hour weeks on end just to get by
Born work and die
I’m not living
I am just treading water to stay afloat
And I’m watching myself grow old in the mirror
To vanish with nothing to show
Nothing to show
Back when you got sick in the middle of July
Pill bottles and bills on the floor and piled high
Said if things got worse I’d sell the house and pick up
Where the insurance checks don’t add up
I’ll bear teeth or lose the fight
I’m not living
I am just treading water to stay afloat
And i’m watching myself grow old in the mirror
To vanish with nothing to show
Nothing to show
There’s no running from this
There’s no running from this
There’s no running from it
There’s not running from it
I’m not living
I am just treading water to stay afloat
And i’m watching myself grow old in the mirror
To vanish with nothing to show
Nothing to show