Faucet

Gold malibu

Sits next to me

And I double take

Hope to see your face

But it’s not

I’m just at a stop

Light shines bright

Into my eyes

Peach Pit plays

From 2 to 3

Minutes drive

Back to the place where I reside

The faucet drips

It was called fixed

Multiple times

So I’m reminded

Even after it’s fixed

It still might drip

From time to time

Just like that guy

Who sat just right

Out on the corner

Of my eye, I see

One day he might’ve been

Just like me

Maybe something hit

So he thought one hit

Would crack him

Back into the man he was

Before he cracked

Out of my mind

Because every time

That faucet drips

I believe there is a place

More perfect to spend my life

But the faucet will always drip

It’s just a matter of what kind.