Good For

Wait
I'm going for that walk I meant to take
Three months ago

This place
Didn’t leave this rancid a taste
In my mouth before

What am I good for?
Was it wrong for you to know?
Why am I here for
Friends who will finally shut their front doors?

And I need to take a bath
But you’ll soon be right back

I take the money and I run
Like the bad kid I never was
Only fail upwards on the backs of the good ones

I can reluctantly
Refract all this blame
But take it from the pill in me
There’s nothing deep to say

What am I good for?
Was it wrong for you to know?
Why am I here for