[Verse 1]
Gotta open up the mail
Information, bills on time
Keeping my apartment clean
Putting my shoes in a line
[Verse 2]
After work I have a drink
And walk to Matthew’s down the street
I love the way I don’t think
When he’s fucking me
[Verse 3]
Watching flocks of pigeons fly
Pacing around my neighborhood
Anything to pass the time
Anything to feel good
[Verse 4]
I won’t follow anyone around
But I’ll be watching where they go
I keep my feet on the ground
And my expectations low