The envelope wasn’t pink — but that’s how I remember it in my head.

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I got the bank's pink envelope hand-delivered to my door. The mail-lady said I had to sign so they'd know I knew the score. Ninety-one days I had to pay or they'd come back for the keys. I mumbled thanks as I turned away to hide the quiver in my knees. But how do I hide that bright pink envelope? The checking was empty and the cards were maxed and the cupboard was looking bare. But Target was carrying groceries and I had a little credit there. At the checkout line, I glanced behind, 'cause I felt I was on display. I held my breath till my card went through and I could make my getaway. But what do I do with that bright pink envelope? You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope you won't get free by crying or begging for more slack you've got to climb one dollar at a time until you reach the black At my daughter's birthday party I was a smiling man. Fancy gift-bags for all the kids, yeah, I had it all in hand. I strolled up to my brother when my wife looked the other way. "We're doing fine, but would you mind, to lend me a couple k?" 'Cause I can't stand that bright pink envelope. You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope you won't get free by crying or begging for more slack you've got to climb one dollar at a time until you reach the black With early mornings and sleepless nights I got back on the ball. In seven years, the record clears, like it never happened at all. But each time I see the lady from the post approach my door my heart drops out for a beat or two till I learn what she's knocking for. 'Cause what if it's another bright pink envelope? You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope you won't get free by crying or begging for more slack you've got to climb one dollar at a time until you reach the black