Song for a Supermarket Parking Lot

On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
But hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with
I guess you take it one thing at a time

I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning;
Last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland
I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie
Like my neighbor, he's got business
If you don't know about it, better keep your distance
Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life

On Wednesday, ran into Connor
Drinking like he was already a goner
He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine
I said: "When you talk like that, it makes me real nervous
No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service
Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time."

Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up
I heard you started smoking crack again and got caught up
Catching cases, robbing houses, just to stay alive
So I hung up, I called Vanessa
And I told them that I left the rent on the dresser
It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time

On Fridays, I do the laundry
At the twenty-four hour place next to the Dollar Tree
Past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness
But lately I don't even know what that word is
I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime