I was just waiting
For the sleeping pills
That I stole from
The cabinet in the kitchen
To kick in
So that maybe
I could sleep
In the worst kind of heat
And all the commercials
For movies playing in
"Select theaters"
Are always the movies
I would pay money to see
But are never playing
In a theater near me
And I guess that's what life is
Waiting for something that isn't yours
To make the tiniest improvements
In your life
While you still long
For things that are so far away
And you can build up expectations
And make promises
And fulfill your own prophecy
When you toss and turn in a room
Without a fan
Because someone stole it
And it's ninety degrees
You can complain about
Your sleep-phase disorder
And your tiny, fucked up town
Where nothing happens
And you're just waiting