Rabbit

There’s a rabbit in the parking garage
His left leg’s fucked and I don’t know if he knows which way is out
In here where nothing’s soft, he’s sleeping in a pile of plastic bags and
Styrofoam cups
Our time is done
It was done before we were born
He rode his bike right under a bus
Some days this goddamned city’s too much for me
«So let’s go run away out into the woods»
LOL, baby, maybe just grow the fuck up
I’m 31 and wearing a baseball hat to work
Drowning in debt with no prospects
Living from check to check
My life is in…