My friend's got an asymmetrical beard but who am I to talk shit
He's pinned to his couch cause he threw his back out
Tossing MBS boxes
At the bookstore and after our shift
I help him home with a pack of six
Three for me three for him
For me distraction for him medicine

We talk around his novel
I know it's in the notebook he keeps in the backroom desk
I should go home to sleep but he's hungry
He laughs and he asks if I could grab a couple slices for a starving artist

This guy showed a sepia tone tooth when he smiled
I was reading by the statue at Columbus Circle
And we talked for a little while
He introduced me to his quiet wife
They moved from New Delhi for a better life
Construction management he confided
Would be ideal but e-commerce got them by

He had laminates about Amway
Nodded along but all that came to my mind were trains
Now it's a scam to me but maybe they think the same thing
Maybe it's a means of getting something a little better to eat

Now I've got an asymmetrical beard and an office job
Probation's over I'm burning through toner so I'm gonna grow it long
There's healthcare access but Obama's got me covered
Wish I could lend it to my bookstore brother
See the painter at the canvas
Protesters on campus
Cat in her lab
The city's alive

And there's me
Another wannabe
Fiddling with the speed dials on my old Technics
I'm like you you see
Don't need to be in bed to dream
Two years in the city and I'm still fucking hungry