Lamp Posts And Comatose

Seen these streets a million times
Written rousing and relatable lines
Don't really speak to my neighbours
Two Adidas trainers
One in front of the other for ages
Coughing with a dry throat
Feeling rather comatose
Looking up at lamp posts
See the other side of that slump
Never lose those dreams and hope
Life is like a formal letter
But our personality is the coloured envelope