Procastivity

Tripping pretty Hit the concrete We get by and we get in the swing of things Sipping groovy In our coffees On my way to some place stranger than the last week I turned my money Into nothing To be honest should have spent it on some groceries He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare I made a living out of doing this shit for a year I'm thinking sweet thoughts At that one spot That we almost forgot Where we'd be hanging out Rub shoulders downtown Always staring at the ground Wearing our shoes down Walking the troubles out Drinking in those city sounds Tripping pretty Hit the concrete We get by and we get in the swing of things Sipping groovy In our coffees On my way to some place stranger than the last week I turned my money Into nothing To be honest should have spent it on some groceries He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare I made a living out of doing this shit for a year And as the days cease Abandon streets We're gratified at least And you'll still be around Days spent on my couch But I'm not keeping count