The Hovel

Cold December begets colder months
I barely made it out the driveway
Found a wall to rest my head on
Found a floor to make my bed on

It smells like Cheetos in the living room
But there's no one living here
I had to clean up
I had to tidy up my hole
But there's no one living here
Not a soul

Made a fire of torn up cardboard
Didn't need to put the light on

If I made my bed and slept in it would you ever wake me up again?
If I made my bed and slept in it would you ever wake me up again?
If I made my bed and slept in it would you ever wake me up again?

Well, the internet's cutting out again
Made myself a WiFi hotspot off my phone
I ordered UberEats
And I left no tip
And did a contact-free delivery



Credits
Writer(s): James Dooley, Taylor Moore, Chris Gratien
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