empty house

dropping the fam
at the port of airs
stopped by a poor
excuse for a 7-11
thought about
getting even with
god decided he
wins go figure
eightin through
the stacks lookin
for what i'm eatin
some hot pocket
throwback will
do and a pack
cashier couldn't
believe it i can't
believe it's taking
me this long to
grow up the house
is quiet now
i turn to thoughtless
wreck it won't
be like this
all the time
there's no way
i can miss you
this badly for
very long
even when
you haven't
left yet even
though you
are my elven
fairytale i am
keeping my chin
up thru hell
but god get back
here soon my hot
pocket is ungodly
stale