There's nothing less cool than feeling exhausted
From hours of not doing a damn thing at all
Not thrilling to chill, steal bandwidth and cable
Give shouts to employers and wait for the call

There's a light shining out from the windowsill
Not content to project all day long
Maybe I could walk a little to the library
Closed, maybe I could do this right for once

Get my ducks in a row and just

Stop talking trash or whatever they say
Make the bed, sweep the floor
Shake the carpet and spray
Put my **** in a pile, on the top slap a post-it
'Don't worry, someday your skill set will be wanted'

But today everybody is a little tired
It's Wednesday, so at 10:00
I'm walking down a chilly Boerum to Broadway

And it's you and me
And a tallboy of Colt 45 or Bud Light
What's the cheapest one?
Get through one more night
I drink fast, I don't savor
Each way takes an hour
And at twelve, I'll be gone