Trucks

[Verse 1]
Every morning, fighting through a coma
Each affliction carries its misnomer
Trucks roll loud into the port
They go where I could never know

[Verse 2]
My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian
Rug I've stolen, Dad thinks that I've borrowed
He gives more than I can pay back
Twenty-two, I'll never pay him back

[Chorus]
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter, south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better

[Verse 3]
Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts
Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts
Hard and sharp, messes up my hair
Leaves fall, peppering the air

[Chorus]
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter, south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
No, I don't see it getting any better

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
It's winter, south of the river without a job
Oh, I don't see it getting any better