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A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress |
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And she treats me like some kind of common vagrant. |
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I see her every day |
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But there's nothing to say |
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Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe |
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I only get to sit if I buy something to eat |
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Otherwise its best to keep my feet moving down that street. |
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And god damn, she's a hard bitch |
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She talks at like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage |
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Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers |
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You ain't gotta tangle up the strings that make this puppet work |
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It doesn't have to be a game of paddy-cake |
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But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway. |
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And by the way, I can see it in your eyes |
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You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight |
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I bet you hate every man that you date |
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And you're probably addicted to all types of escape. |
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You take it out on me |
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That you're all alone |
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When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones |
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Watch the tone when you speak to old folks |
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I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold. |
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"Look lady, please |
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I'm homeless, I'm crazy |
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I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily. |
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If you and I can't coexist let's fake it |
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Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship." |
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I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me |
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And transport me to the ever after happily. |
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Maybe reincarnate, and with luck, come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup, |
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Huh. |
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She says she's had it up to here |
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She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear. |
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I love her threats |
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It rejuvenates my breath |
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I give her stress for the reaction that it gets. |
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I got a pocket full of panhandled money |
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On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun. |
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In front of everyone she calls me bum |
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But she notices my absence on those afternoons I don't come. |
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So here I am, thorn in her hip |
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Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips. |
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Ignoring the insults and evil eyes |
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I feed off em, I wonder when she'll realize. |
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She's the only reason I visit |
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The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence. |
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And if my ship ever comes I'll miss it |
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Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it. |
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So there it is, and I have to live with it |
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I had the chance to make a difference but I didn't. |
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In a cafe bathroom drinking free tap water |
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Thinking damn I should have been a better father to my daughter. |
