Oatmeal

I'm so sick of oatmeal I'm sick of being too poor for anything else In sick of waiting for something better to come around That’s never going to show up I'm sick of mush in my bowl and fog on my window I'm sick of "oh were low on money at the moment' This moment has been years I'm sick of wanting to walk into a warm house But its too cold too love I'm sick of keeping it all to myself I'm sick and I'm not getting better