Aloha To No One

It’s me on my old bed, too low to the ground

Each day it’s harder for me to climb out

A yellowed mattress, a deeper indent

I keep flipping it over and over again

Like a fucking film school shot framed in the mirror

Pulling out the two greys in my beard

Shave it off like I can disappear

I’ve done nothing the past ten years

It’s just like me to take a swing

And disagree with everything

Condescend, but I am nothing

A lesson to be learned

“You might wake up, but you’ll never be better

Pushing thirty and still playing house shows

Waking up on beer soaked floors alone

Hoping we’d take it further this time

But I don’t know how to stay in line

I bump my head and come down

The same as my shit friends on the bright of a Sunday

Hoping that next year will be better

Than growing out of another sweater

You might wake up, but you’ll never be better

You might come through, but you’ll always second guess

You might breathe free, but you’ll never stop pacing

You might find love, but you’ll always be depressed

You might change your hair, but you’ll always look awkward

Your back might heal, but you’ll never get your rest

You might move on, but you’ll never feel important

You might be fine, but you’ll never be your best

So when you wake up

And know you’ll never be better

Hide under your sheets

Your room will always be a mess