I could use you
tonight and tomorrow,
as I am super sad
and I hate everyone.

The basketball playoffs suck
and my work has become shit,
love is fingering, lingering,
but I hope I have Monday.

New now,
one more game of cards together,
then you ignore me,
hardcore twice and I accept it.

Breathe heavy
in keyboard dreams,
Brooklyn is a nightmare,
but this song is still.