|
You don't see me when I'm |
|
trying to do right |
|
Maybe you can see me now |
|
When I was walking, |
|
patting my feet on the pavement |
|
Really, truly trying to find a gig |
|
Did you stand up and speak |
|
out in my favor? |
|
Cold desperation, |
|
she's a devil in bed |
|
Scratching till my bones are bare |
|
Pill and needles are all I've left to savor |
|
We were walking and |
|
I told you of how my shoes |
|
Of how my shoes were wearing thin |
|
You took your surplus and |
|
traded for a favor |
|
Now I'm demented and I'm |
|
burned unto a cinder |
|
Forty hours buys a grocery |
|
bag for trash |
|
I took my pistol and I made |
|
myself a sinner |
|
Will this universe be merciful at last? |
|
You don't see me. |
|
You don't see me |
|
I get so tired of trying to |
|
attract your attention |
|
It has occurred to me that |
|
you don't see me |
|
You should go ahead. |
|
I'm a-gonna-go-ahead |
|
I know you're going to ahead |
|
You're going to do what |
|
you're going to do |
|
I know, see, I see you, I watch you |
|
You take the money and run |
|
You take groceries and run, too |
|
Don't leave nothing left for me |
|
You're running and hiding |
|
and ducking and hiding |
|
And running and hiding and |
|
I can't find you nowhere |
|
I'll beat your mama, |
|
I'll beat your daddy |
|
I'll go to jail, |
|
it don't make no mothafugging |
|
Difference what happens to me |
|
Going to be there in my |
|
own time, in my own way |
|
Cause you don't see me, |
|
you don't see me |
|
I'm, I'm in your mirror. |
