Happy and Poor

Remember the way the mattress sat
In the middle of my room
With a light above and my notebooks on the nightstand
The calm and the storm, the rain and the phone
Listening to all these records at midnight, for once home felt like home
I've always found myself back here
With a constant ringing in my head
I'm still excited after all these years, September came and went
The cold on my face, I like to be outside
I stare up at the stars when I get home
Tonight it's all weighing on my mind
After 3am I just start to write, and my thoughts they always end up blank
Oh well, another time and another place
I've always found myself back here
With a constant ringing in my head
I'm still excited after all these years, September came and went
I'm poor and I'm happy
I'm tired and I'm cranky
I'm poor and I'm happy at least most of the time
I feel young, I feel restless
I'm a fool, and I'm reckless
But I'm poor and I'm happy at least most of the time
I've always found myself back here
With a constant ringing in my head
I'm still excited after all these years, September came and went
I've always found myself back here
With a constant ringing in my head
I'm still excited after all these years, September came and went