On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
But hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with
I guess you take it one thing at a time
I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning;
Last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland
I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie
Like my neighbor, he's got business. If you don't know about it, better keep your distance
Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life
On Wednesday, ran into Connor, drinking like he was already a goner
He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine
I said: "When you talk like that, you make me real nervous
No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service
Throw down your f**ing chips, let's play for keeps this time."
Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up
I heard you started smoking crack again and caught up:
Catching cases robbing houses, just to stay alive
So I hung up, and called Vanessa, and I told them that I left the rent on the dresser
It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time
On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
Past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
But lately I don't even know what that word is
I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime