Dragging My Bags Round Town by Beau Corbeau Lyrics

Lord knows what I need
Four walls is just the start
Something tangible to prove I'm here
I'm lying on this fucked-up foldout bed
A hundred short on rent
I've crashed in all the quarters of this city
It still don't feel like home
I'm dragging my bags round town
I'm dragging myself around
But I don't wanna leave having nothing achieved at all
Dragging my bags around town
Tearing my long hair out
'Cause I can't seem to find me a shell to settle down
Yeah, I know, should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end, I'll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever-changing
Gotta catch a job
The searching nеver stops
'Cause no one wants to pay for mеlodies
And I don't even write songs anymore
Up on the seventh floor
I waste my days just moving place to place
But nowhere feels like home
I'm still dragging my bags around town
Letting the family down
'Cause I can't even make it a week without running out
Yeah, I know, should have left this city long ago
I got nothing good to show for all my time here
In the end, I'll be packing up my bags again
For this roof over my head is ever-changing