Walked to the mailbox with my house keys fastened to my necklace
I will not buy your drugs but I will buy your records
Walked past Montana’s old place where I used to place demons on stretchers
A lot of similarities between Sylvan and Crescent
At opposite ends of an era it seems
Now days monthly subscriptions keep us from passing down lessons
Mismatched stories from mismatched messengers
Medicine in the cabinet and socks on the dresser
Loose rocks under the mail box from the aching pavement
Two white envelopes and a coupon for grocery savings
Don’t ever check your mail on a Sunday , someone say it
If one of these envelopes is about my food assistance going down, I hope I don’t see tracers
Within one building not a single garbage disposal in sixteen actual places
One of these is about food assistance so I put on my glasses
As expected, for a while I guess my fruits and vegetables won’t be the freshest
It’s either that or its rice and spinach just without the dressing
It’s not exactly a new bill but it is if you count the stressing
