Back in the van

In the back of the van
Sucking fumes
And wrapped in a blanket
To shield me from
This poorly insulated
Piece of shit
With dreams of a car
That won't go fall apart
And an apartment or a house
That the bank won't foreclose on
I know I contribute value
I can see it in their eyes
So why would they let me die out here like this? Why?

Lay Me Down

Slaying
Sleeping
Slaying
Sleeping

Every little pain, a fear of something bigger
Lighting up the first fires in my mind
And they don't stop until I finally dump the buckets
All over every flame