Windows Songtext

von Red Pill

You texted me in the morning, something simple, said you loved me and your job was fucking boring
I said "ditto", asked about the weather- This plant don't have any windows
Brain cloudy like they forecasting
But we woke up optimistic feeling last night's orgasms
You asked me how I felt, I said "I'm sick"
Drank a half a fifth of Admiral Nelson's- the poor Captains
You asked me if it ever get better
Wasn't sure how to answer but I couldn't say never
So, gave you a "maybe" - you reply with a sad face
But when your life is from 26 years of bad breaks
It's hard to be hopeful, hard to imagine or see anything change so
Instead I wrote you, and told you everything would be okay

Now all I got's a dollar and my name
And lately both are feeling worthless
Its hard to hope without a window open
I'm living broke but I'm not living broken

I texted my brother said "What the fuck is up?"
He said he's working but other than its nothing much
Told him I needed money
He said "How fuckin' much?"
"Just for a couple weeks, a couple hundred bucks"
Soon as he told me yes, I thought about
How embarrassing it is when feeling down and out
So I apologized, I said "It's not alright
You're my little brother, one day I'll make it right
But I still need the money though"
He responded with a "lol"- it isn't funny though
Cause I don't know what the hell I'm doing
Been doing this for so long it's feeling normal
I think I relate with that caged bird
That wanted to escape from this gray world
When offered his chance to finally go, he decided to stay- Whats the point without hope?