Cardboard Box - ANoyd, Chris Michaud

As I sit outside this McDonald’s

I’m stressing while I brush my hair

I finally found a decent one with bristles on it

Underlining and pointing right where I fucked up

Missing them hot showers and towels

Right in the middle closet

Livid I went from a king to the cardboard

With the code pillowWith the coat pillow

My door is a trash bag when he drizzle on it

Seen a man throw away a McDonald’s bag

So I’m rumbling through the trash

He was mad 'cause It had pickles on it

Fuckk it, me and the wife while split it in half

For I open this shit I pray it’s fries still in the bag

So I met her back at the cardboard box

With the empty plate already

Water bottles in a crate already

And my stomach empty but when she full nothing else matters I gave her the

whole burger yeah I ate already baby, I’m good

And she asked me how much did I make today

Dollar fifty, I thought the after work traffic where you get paid

Cry on her shoulder

Like what I’m a get my dad

For the Father’s Day promise I made to him

And the anniversary gift promise I made to you

Made a promise that I’m sticking by

And I need a sharpie and cardboard cause I’m missing mine

Standing on the road

Thinking bout furniture, father and son trips

Raising a daughter and running the water

This cardboard is telling these people

That I’m just a bother

Put in on my permanent problems in permanent marker

Am I a failure baby?

Not at all

My head hurting like a motherf**ker

Then get some Tylenol

With what money?

This dollar fifty was 'pose to go to you

That’s a burger from Mickey D’s

And I’ll buy a quarter juice

I’ll eat tomorrow I’m good

Besides hungers in the mind, unreal

I chew gum and just pretend that it’s a five course meal

Well shit I ain’t about to let you starve and pretend like it’s something simple

Where my cardboard sign?

If you leaving I’m coming with you

(Yeah, yeah)

I never thought that I’ll end up here

Praying that God made my pain disappear

Sometimes we’re tested for all that we got yeah

But I never thought I’d be in this cardboard box I swear

Hello can I get a number 3 with no pickles

And a large sprite?

I’m allergic

So indeed I’ll be dying off one bite

I wait for my order

Then walk out the door and open the bag

And it’s pickles right on that burger

I through that shit in the trash

Wife called said she made dinner

With economics

That little McDonald burger

Ain’t put a dent in my wallet

Called Wifey, run the bath water

I’m down the street

And called my father said

Tomorrow we fishing and out to eat

I push my key through the bottom lock

And everybody convene

Every day they treat daddy

Like he come from the Marines

Hug 'em tight

Like daddy miss you a lot

And I hold them closer

And tell them after dinner

We gon get some frozen yogurt

Daddy we made twenty dollars today

We helped mommy clean the kitchen

We cleaned the room

We helped mommy make dinner

But we broke the broom, we need a new one

Hush, eat dinner we leaving soon

Now we on the road

And we see the homeless couple

That we always see

Cardboard sign saying, «Work for free»

So I bust a U-turn

Wifey grab her purse and she pulled out a twenty

She said I made this twenty in five seconds

All I did was sent a email

Somebody that ain’t know how

Pull up on them with twenty hanging out

They started smiling and crying with lost breath

Then my daughters reached they pockets

And gave em all they money while telling them God bless

Cried more tears

Thanking the man above

Then cried more tears

We hopped and gave em hugs

They knew a blessing was coming

Heartbeat it was thumping

With thank you’s in abundant

I lost count at a hundred I swear

And he told me something bout a Father’s Day gift

You and your pops could come fish we leave tomorrow at six

No thanks you’ve done enough

This here is more than enough

And you raise two queens

They made our day with a hug, God bless

(Yeah, yeah)

I never thought that I’ll end up here

Praying that God made my pain disappear

Sometimes we’re tested for all that we got yeah

But I never thought I’d be in this cardboard box I swear

So I call my father up nervous shit

But I knew this day would come

I ain’t speak to him ever sense

He probably clueless what he done

Excluded from his son

I’ve been here shoeless and a bum

The phone ringing he probably don’t know who this shit is from

Look what I’ve become

This cardboard is foolish where I’m from

I got your cigarettes

But how you gonna to this to your son

The gift you asked for and I got your favorite ones

Sorry son I got a tumor on my lung, damn