Intro: Am E Am Verse: Am woke up in a bad place Am should probably get up so i'm not late E stared at my phone for the past eight E minutes at nothin', my head aches Am bottles empty by the lampshade Am i'm out of excedrin again, great E too early to tell, but at this rate E i'm thinkin' this might be a bad day Am i walk out the bedroom my roommate's Am asleep on the couch with her two-faced E boyfriend who lives here, but don't pay E a penny for rent, but he still stays Am she says he's broke, i'm like, "no way" Am probably sells drugs, but she won't say E told me he dabbles in real estate E i mean i don't believe it, but okay Am okay, pull out the driveway Am E notice my gas tank's on e again, well, of course, it is E guess i probably should stop at the gas station Am so i take a right, pull up to the pump Am while it's pumpin', i look at my ashtray E then remember i need to get cigarettes -cigarettes- E anything that help my mind state Am so, i park and walk inside—wait! Am i should probably get somethin' to drink and eat, i guess E so i find and grab a couple bags of chips E where's the candy aisle? oh, yeah, here it is Am which one should i get? Am should i grab the starburst or E change it up and maybe grab the twix? E mm, grab the starburst, then i started walkin' as i pass the garbage and i reach the fridge Am i hear someone yellin' at the front of the store probably just a homeless guy getting bored probably just a customer whose card didn't work, and now he wants to start a war man, i can't afford to keep buyin' energy drinks everyday, i shut the door E then turn around and as i'm headin' towards the counter with my drink, i hear, "hey, open up the drawer" Interlude: A E A E crouching on the floor peek around the aisle, head of the man that's now my heart is poundin' and i'm prayin' i don't die today, i can't die today "hey, open up the drawer" gun is on the fore- behind the counter i got things to do, tryin' not to shake plottin' my escape, where's my cellphone left it in my car, icing on the cake i start crawling, i can hear him yellin' "i want every penny, i want every dime" -yeah- "once you finish with the cash open up the bag, throw some cigarettes inside" -yeah- "which ones do you want? which ones do you want?" "i'm not picky, give me any kind give me all of 'em, yeah, just toss 'em in keep it movin' on, i'm runnin' low on time and i'd advise you to move a little quicker trust me, i don't wanna have to pull the trigger i done it before, it's not a pretty picture what, you don't believe me? i'm just playin' with ya well, no i'm not, no i'm not just do what i say 'cause if you even think of tryna pull a fast one on me promise you'll be sorry oh, my driver's callin', i can't miss my pickup" that's when i did somethin' stupid and my jacket knocked over a can of soup and then it got quiet, did he hear me movin'? shh! hold my breath, he must've heard me do it, huh? i'm assumin' the noise must've made him turn his head enough to let the guy that was at gunpoint grab his own gun now they both got weapons maybe i should help him sneak up, slow and deck him time to go, time to go, time to go it's gon' be a bloody miracle now or never, god, if i had any blessings comin' in my future, could you send 'em to my present? peek around the edge, and i start runnin' at him he don't see me comin', does he? steppin' closer grab his neck and hold him, squeezin' on his throat i'm tryna choke him, then his elbow hits my nose and think he broke it, i think he broke it, my blood is leakin' all over my clothes, i try not to let go, but my hands begin to slip and bullets start to fly can't see out my eyes cashier still alive? i can't tell, i'm tryna crawl away, here comes another guy he runs inside, like, "where's the money? did you get the money? where's the bag you brought?" -ayy- "i don't know, i think it's still behind the counter prolly by the cashier i just shot" -ayy- "who's this on the floor? who's this on the floor? "i don't know!" "well, did they call the cops?" he runs up to me, then he grabs my shoulder as he flips me over, then my jaw drops, 'cause i thought his voice sounded real familiar, he's got a mask on, but the shirt he's wearing is the same one he had on this mornin' starin' in my eyes, i know he knows i know embarrassed, he stands above me and says, "sorry erin, but i don't have a choice, " he holds the barrel up to my head, i scream, "you can't be serious!" he shakes his head and says, "i'm sorry, " then the gun— Interlude: A E A E get down, get on the ground Outro: cashier yells to ask if i'm okay, he's dialing 911 i run over to him, grab his phone and try to help him up "911, what's your emergency?" "it's been a robbery, the cashier was shot, he needs an ambulance he looks kinda pale, i think he might've lost a lot of blood" "okay, help is on the way, has anybody else been injured?" "yeah, the robbers, there were two of 'em" "can you tell me their condition? are they still alive?" "well, i'm not really sure, but they don't look so good i'm pretty sure they're dead yeah, i think they're dead" "alright, take a deep breath everything's gonna be okay, you're gonna be alright"