This isn't all there is.
Show me something. Anything. Just make it something. Break something and bring me the pieces.
Show up on my front porch with a back pack and a case.
I'd like to punch a hole through the wall, take a baseball bat to windows, bricks to mirrors.
Something's got to give.
Someone's got to prove this is worth the fight any more.
I've got 40 in my wallet, and I know it's not enough to get there.
Hours to kill feeding my fear, feeding my habits.