Campaign For a Better Next Weekend

Woke up about ten am, it's sixty five degrees

Even though it's barely march since all winter it's been freezing

This is cause for celebration, cause for picnics and coffee

So I opened up my savings and grabbed a couple twenties

And it felt just like a day away from home

Walked over to nelson's, where my bike was getting fixed

Total damage: thrity five bucks

I said, keep the extra six

I'm doing well today, I came home last week with enough to live

I rode south to grab a package

'Cause our postman never rings the bell

He only leaves a slip and sometimes he doesn't even leave a slip

He's such a dick

Waiting in line for thirty minutes and I finally get my box

Hold the door, they don't say thanks

I fumble with the lock

And my bike hasn't rode this well since the day I picked it up

A ford explorer jumps the light and I can't really stop

And it feels like an alarm clock

I tuck and roll like in the movies

And slide across the concrete

Everybody's all: oh shit!

And blood is dripping down to my feet

But I get up and keep moving, it's a busy city street

Keep on moving, busy street

Ride the seven blocks to boerum, carry my bike up two floors

Situate the crowded hallway, limp and waddle through my door

Throw the package onto my bed, start investigating sores

The cuts are bigger than expected

I guess I shouldn't have worn shorts

I thought about the winter

Under layers, I wouldn't bleed

Drinking root beer, watching football

Oh, I never thought I'd be

In that place everyone went to

But it really just took me

A couple extra years to get there

Though at least I did feel free

For the most part of your weekend

Save the rubbing alcohol sting

Oh, it felt just like vacation 'til I slaughtered my body

And it's kind of fucked in Florida, skies are grey instead of blue

I can't shrug off the awesome weather

But I can surely dress my wounds

It felt just like a vacation but

Still, we complained until

We all felt jaded and

Started to hate it