Talk to me when you get a chance
Save receipts, have you hidden them
Comes in shifts, took your furnitures away
Already...
This foreclosure’s not an accident
Lose composure to incompetence
And prized possessions in your cabinets
Unsettling..
It’s over my head
Hair receding to the mouth
Battered eyes beneath your brows
Better keep your mouth full
I’ll leave my best regards when you’re captive
Devoured by corporate lawsuits
Could’ve been a decent father with sons and daughters
All looking up to you
You’re not positive they’ll consider it
Giving you another chance
It’s over my head
Here all alone
Sweat it off and save your plunge
You’re good enough, now make us proud