Jobless, living on two gallons of gas at a time,
more content than I could ever be.
Alone, but not lonely.
Woke up; you haunted my dreams,
but I've decided that's not your fault,
and there are better things to worry about.
Empty houses,
no clocks ticking,
and I can see my breath indoors.
More content than I could ever be.
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