coach connor

i still sit on the same white porch

down the street

just to the right of the bed shades by the window

in my seat the same three pair of shoes

i never worn before sit by the door

it's funny i sit here all alone

i remember a time when this house was made of gold and hopes and dreams

i loved every minute every second and every thought of what it could be

took four to pay only three two afford

just barely

it's funny i live here all alone

the lights still turn on

the air still blows both hot and cold

the waters still running

all the neighbors still think i'm 12 years old

i'm working on eviction

so where the hell could all of my friends be

i have no convictions just seven years so i'm able to buy again