Song for a Supermarket Parking Lot lyrics

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 f*cking 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