How is it that you learned to settle

A life where you are the pot, and the kettle

One where you sleep on the floor

One where you are worse then poor

Tell me

How do I open the door

So you could go where the grass is greener

And onto a brand new beamer

Or perhaps even to a medium wage

I guess you have to write your own page

I cant help you

But you can, Bayside Bum