I feel like I got stoned
It feels nice to live alone

Pull up outside of anywhere that looks hospitable
I'm home

Saw some other folks around the way getting hassled for their poverty
It makes me feel like singing acab
One day you’ll get what’s coming
I felt the freedom of being free from rent
And felt the burden of needing a place to take a shit

It’s not quite glamorous
And I'm not quite homeless
But what you start to notice
It’s not a world of difference

Do we need permission to exist or do we just need to afford it?
If it’s a one way street I’d rather be off the beaten path

It’s not a world of difference
It’s not a world of difference
It’s not a world of difference