Woke up about ten am, it's sixty five degrees Even though it's barely march since all winter it's been freezing This is cause for celebration, cause for picnics and coffee So I opened up my savings and grabbed a couple twenties And it felt just like a day away from home Walked over to nelson's, where my bike was getting fixed Total damage: thrity five bucks I said, keep the extra six I'm doing well today, I came home last week with enough to live I rode south to grab a package 'Cause our postman never rings the bell He only leaves a slip and sometimes he doesn't even leave a slip He's such a dick Waiting in line for thirty minutes and I finally get my box Hold the door, they don't say thanks I fumble with the lock And my bike hasn't rode this well since the day I picked it up A ford explorer jumps the light and I can't really stop And it feels like an alarm clock I tuck and roll like in the movies And slide across the concrete Everybody's all: oh shit! And blood is dripping down to my feet But I get up and keep moving, it's a busy city street Keep on moving, busy street Ride the seven blocks to boerum, carry my bike up two floors Situate the crowded hallway, limp and waddle through my door Throw the package onto my bed, start investigating sores The cuts are bigger than expected I guess I shouldn't have worn shorts I thought about the winter Under layers, I wouldn't bleed Drinking root beer, watching football Oh, I never thought I'd be In that place everyone went to But it really just took me A couple extra years to get there Though at least I did feel free For the most part of your weekend Save the rubbing alcohol sting Oh, it felt just like vacation 'til I slaughtered my body And it's kind of fucked in Florida, skies are grey instead of blue I can't shrug off the awesome weather But I can surely dress my wounds It felt just like a vacation but Still, we complained until We all felt jaded and Started to hate it