Ode to Poverty Lyrics

This fuckin' breeze comes through the cracks of the top of my windows and I

Can't turn up the heat 'cause I don't have the money to pay it all and I'm

Restless and mentally fucked but I can't afford a therapist it's my tough luck

Oh it's my ode to poverty

It's my ode to poverty

I've had my wardrobe since probably high school or whatever

Everything's black so it's easy to match

Couple panties that I had to snatch

From a Bon Ton in ninth grade 'cause I didn't get paid on the right day

And now my whole world is just falling apart

Oh it's my ode to poverty

It's my ode to poverty

Peanut butter and cheerios ain't too bad without milk for cereal

If I save two dollars a day not getting a coffee I could use the filters

To wipe

My

Ode to poverty

Wipe my ode