Postal Lady

I wipe the crust from the corner of my eye
I walk towards the kitchen and pour myself a coffee
I'll prolly step on a Lego just to verify
That I'm still alive and y'all ain't killed me already
Daddy loves you, I say what's up to the baby
Like, "What's up, baby?" You're such a baby, huh
And then I find the other kids and give 'em all high fives
Say good mornin' to my wife, it's a glorious life, right?
(Meow) I put some food in the cat's bowl
That way the cat doesn't think I'm an asshole
And put some Cheerios in the Sean bowl
Mixin' in the Golden Grahams for the combo
The sun kinda sneaks in slow
Like melting gold, it's like lava when it starts to flow
Even when it's cold outside
And the whole south side's still covered with snow
But this is a beautiful, summery kind of bright-color
Coloring book, good vibes and good looks
Got me lookin' out the window from the front of the house
I put my foot on my knee when I took a seat on the couch
Wakin' up my phone so I can watch the clock
Like there's a countdown, but there's not now
And usual you're punctual like a nail
I see the government vehicle, here comes the mail
And the package that's arrivin', it's not mine
It's some shit that my wife ordered online
Like if the sun burns out and civilization stopped
My doorstep still catches more cardboard boxes
It's a problem, this ain't the time to address it, though
I'm not tryna look like a mid-life mess, but, yo
Here she comes now, no words, no smilin'
Just hands me my mail and walks towards the horizon