Cold tea, five AM Counting coins, start again Rented room, paper walls Hearing every shadow fall Sold my coat for a meal Lost the way I used to feel Nineteen years, but ninety deep Too much debt and not enough sleep Pocket change and hollow bones Building lives on payday loans Pocket change, a bitter taste Growing up in such a haste Rich kids pass me on the street Clean shoes on their lucky feet I’m just trading time for bread Living like I’m already dead No safety net No way back Just the grind Until I crack Pocket change and hollow bones Building lives on payday loans Pocket change, a bitter taste Growing up in such a haste Pocket change and hollow bones Building lives on payday loans Pocket change, a bitter taste Growing up in such a haste Counting... Counting... Small change Big change Never enough...
