[Verse 1]

There are burned matchbooks on my floor

From trying to keep myself warm

I know I'm not a pretty sight

Ask about my day I'll say

"I'm doing alright"

[Verse 2]

In a grocery store in a worn out suit

A pale [?] glow bounced off a crooked row of fruit

I heard a voice from out of sight

Came to me and said

"You're doing alright"