My house that I rent has white siding and a literal picket fence
Symbolic of growing up
Symbolic of taking on responsibilities that don’t matter to anyone but me
I spent all day cooking and cleaning
And finding new ways to organize my closet so that my instruments stay temperate
And don’t get too humid when the summer comes
Well now the servers at the diner all know my name
Because I order the exact same breakfast every Sunday
At a slightly different time each week
‘Cause on the weekends I’m free to fail at punctuality
We went out to a hotel bar, bought a fancy fucking cheese plate
and Tuesday Margaritas
Then we went right back, right back to the grind
Friend’s weddings, a bar’s close
And other times I’m embarrassed to be alone
I merge onto 93
But can’t risk a solo flight in the special designated lane for HOVs
I spend all day grading and planning my lessons
So I could do some more than merely teaching to a test
Oh!
But the boredom brings them down
So I pack my shit, move on to another town
What do you say to a friend you haven’t seen in 6 months?
Don’t think about them that much
Have another beer and then pretend to give a shit
About how 23 ain’t so bad
Things are going alright
Work is still a drag and you’re still tired from these long nights
But things could be worse as much as they could be better now
Maybe it’s preferable to be bored together than bored on your own