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."