I'm homeless now living in my truck?

[Verse 1] I folded my life in a duffel Now it rides in the back with the jack and the tire iron Front seat Receipts And a busted phone charger One hoodie One cup One plan gone quiet The landlord said sorry like it was weather I nodded like I had somewhere else to go Now I sleep where the windshield fogs over And count my breath till the morning shows [Chorus] I’m living in my truck Truck Truck Trying to make a little luck Luck Luck Head on the glass Heart in the dust Tell me how to stand when the ground won’t trust I’m living in my truck Truck Truck And I don’t know what to do [Verse 2] Grocery store bag for a pillow case Gas gauge low and my pride lower I wash my face in a sink at dawn Then I drive a block just to feel like a mover My phone blinks “You good?” and I lie back Say “Yeah I’m fine ” with a cracked-up grin But every red light feels like a deadline Every parking lot feels too thin [Chorus] I’m living in my truck Truck Truck Trying to make a little luck Luck Luck Head on the glass Heart in the dust Tell me how to stand when the ground won’t trust I’m living in my truck Truck Truck And I don’t know what to do [Bridge] If I keep one thing Let it be my name If I lose my way Let me still remain Not brave Not clean Just here tonight With my keys in my fist and a sliver of light [Chorus] I’m living in my truck Truck Truck Trying to make a little luck Luck Luck Head on the glass Heart in the dust Tell me how to stand when the ground won’t trust I’m living in my truck Truck Truck And I don’t know what to do [Verse 3] He stood in the doorway Clipboard on his chest Shoes left mud on the hallway Said “I did my best” Calendar in his fingers Like a priest with a psalm My coffee went cold He stayed perfectly calm [Chorus] The landlord said sorry like it was weather Like “What can you do about the rain?” Just a shrug in a worn-out sweater Handing me a forecast of more pain Said “These things happen Happens all the time” While packing up my life in cardboard treasure Yeah He said sorry Sorry like it was weather [Verse 4] He glanced at my boxes Photos Books A plant Asked if I was “managing” Then said “I know you can” A storm warning in his voice But his eyes stayed dry He checked off one last checkbox Didn’t wait for my reply [Chorus] The landlord said sorry like it was weather Like “What can you do about the rain?” Just a shrug in a worn-out sweater Handing me a forecast of more pain Said “These things happen Happens all the time” While packing up my life in cardboard treasure Yeah He said sorry Sorry like it was weather