INT. BDRM. LOW LIGHT. ROOM TONE; DOG SLEEPING.

Living in this city alone;
it's a privilege,
but it ain't easy.

I have friends who I wish would talk to me more
and other people who won't shut up.
I know; it's not meant to be easy.

I used to have this thing my friends and I made up back in high school,
where, if I found out a guy I was dating didn't have a microwave,
the relationship was deemed instantly and unsalvageably toxic.
Now, I don't have a microwave,
but I ain't no self-fulfilling prophet.

(I used to have one, and I used to be one…)

I'll stay disciplined and work hard,
and I'll stay within budget.
Only thing catching me off guard, be sometimes wakin' up in the mornin'.

I'll show up to scheduled calls and SAY NO! when I'm tired.
I'll demonstrate restraint and
on-read forever the fucking vampires.

(except you, cause I can't fuckin' quit ya
and show me one person dun have an addiction)

I'll call my muhmah though I'm feeling resentful,
I'll watch neighbourhood families with a pang in my chest;
I can't really remember our last kiss though.

I'll think about swimming the pool in the summer,
I'll take it all back; no you can't have my number.
I'll play and make silly lil vidvids on my cellphone.
and I'll watch every sunset completely alone.