Urban Drip

You got your paycheck

Blew it all that afternoon

On mall sunglasses, fees for classes

Back to school

Then we drove and you laughed

And pointed out the bars

Where you had *** in bathrooms

Wet with urban drips

And you admit

It was gross but you were having fun

And I feel gross

But not the way that you and I know

You play your heart out

Every Tuesday open mic

Now you got your own show

Name on posters, Friday night

I didn't realize how badly I've been itching

Just to hear your voice singing in a quiet room

With no one texting or yelling at the bar and being rude

And you are music but not the kind they listen to, no

You are music but not the kind they listen to, no

You are music but not the kind they listen to, no

You are music but not the kind they listen to, no

You are music but not the kind they listen to, no