Imanikon- by: unknown forgotten

This is everything I'll do for the very last time
The hours of times
Waiting as distance for friends
With nothing but this swivel chair
I don't know what I'll do next
But sink back into the swamp
Fun times rolling down the street
Smoking smokes and drinking drinks
Tastes like death feels like bliss
This is the last time I'll be here when this place exists
I'm just waiting and waiting
Because they forgot my last two paychecks