Ticket on the rail gloves on my hands Smile like I know what the hell is the plan I walked in hungry for anything steady They said go think it over I was already ready Cause what is the choice when the other choice is none You can call it a decision I call it needing one Apron on crooked heart in my throat Trying to look trained while I’m taking mental notes Egg on the grill bread in the heat My brain keeps asking what goes on which thing Check the list check it twice Act real calm move real nice Everybody’s flying I’m still learning how to land Tickets on the rail voices in my head Turkey, cheddar don’t forget the bread Smile like I’m normal move like I’m well I’m learning the menu I’m learning myself Tickets on the rail and I’m trying not to fail Hands in the rush heart under the shell Hot side calling cold side stacked Somebody needs a burger somebody needs that back Mayo on my glove pickle on the floor I turn around once there’s already three more Good souls show me where the little things go Some keep quiet some move like snow I talk too much then I talk too late Trying to learn the room before the room makes weight Hard life leaks out when I mean to keep it in Then the air gets weird and the walls get thin So I fold my story like a towel in my hand Tickets on the rail voices in my head Turkey, cheddar don’t forget the bread Smile like I’m normal move like I’m well I’m learning the menu I’m learning myself Tickets on the rail and I’m trying not to fail Hands in the rush heart under the shell This ain’t a safe conversation not during lunch Not with knives in the sink and the whole line crushed So I keep it light keep the hard stuff low Let the ticket printer talk when I don’t know what to show I’m not bad at working I’m just new to the room New to the rhythm new to the broom New to the joke new to the pace New to hiding half my life behind my face Tickets on the rail voices in my head Turkey, cheddar don’t forget the bread Smile like I’m normal move like I’m well I’m learning the menu I’m learning myself Tickets on the rail but I’m staying on the line One more rush one more time Hands in the heat heart under the shell I’m learning the work I’m learning myself Ticket on the rail gloves on my hands Still don’t know everything still here following my best plan

Can’t Carry A Bed On A Bus

Got the job got the check Got the schedule on the wall Got a plan got a list Got no wheels at all Six months throwing my name into the internet rain Then something snapped in my spine and I walked out into the day Printed my life on paper handed it door to door Two days later I was working like, alright, what now, Lord I got the upgrade but the level got mean New problems in a box with a receipt I never seen Thirty minutes by car hour and a half by bus God forbid it gets dark God forbid I need stuff My spine keeps billing me every morning at twelve I’m trying to buy a future with no way to bring it home myself Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t carry a life like this Got money coming in but the clock keeps talking shit Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t drag a room through town I’m laughing cause it’s ridiculous or I might fall apart right now Mattress older than me stacked like a bad idea Landlord called it good enough my back said, disappear Tuesday table in Bellingham warm food and friendly names But I got a house full of problems that don’t fit inside that frame Need a vacuum need a truck Need a morning that stays mine Need a car need a break Need a door that opens right I’m not asking for a miracle just a way to move the weight Every errand turns biblical when the last bus leaves at eight The same spine that snapped is asking for a bed And I’m still getting dressed with a war inside my head Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t carry a life like this Got money coming in but the clock keeps talking shit Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t drag a room through town I’m laughing cause it’s ridiculous but I’m close to falling down Nobody tells you when you finally stand You still gotta haul your healing with your own two hands Nobody tells you the prize has got a fee You get back on your feet then your feet need everything Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t carry a life like this Got money coming in but the clock keeps talking shit Can’t carry a bed on a bus Can’t make a car appear I’m laughing cause it’s ridiculous and I’m still standing here Got the job got the check Still no wheels Still standing here