I need help I can't afford.
Incomplete dorm room decor.
The time between when we speak
And we don't gets narrower by the day,
Which bums me out, but that's okay.
It's 1 AM, I won't be sleeping.
This time tomorrow, I'll wake up sweating.
And we'll look up at the stars.
Patently, no future in that car.
And we'll glance over and scoff.
The real world is a fucking ripoff.