i’m just a tenant
behind on the rent
i’m just a debit
not very well spent
i’m just an employee
whose always late
making you look bad
not pulling my weight
a second hand couch
where you hate to sit
your body or style
neither i fit
And you want to replace me
with something i’m not
and you’d throw me out
but i’m all that you got
so you’re cursing your lot
and having to stand
and you’re crossing me out
as you rework your plans
and you have to stay late
to get the job done
and you do it yourself
you can’t trust anyone
and you hate coming home
hate being confronted
with the labor unending
and the job unwanted
cuz i’m just a lump
at the side of your bed
i’m just the words
that never get said
i’m too far to reach
i’m just out of sight
with your eyes screwed shut
and your arms folded tight
and you hope when you wake
you won’t find me there
and you won’t have hate me
and you won’t have to care
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