anyone can be somebody else
it's a tried and true threat to your health
a tried and true
waste
of your breath
i don't think i'd know her if he weren't around
not unless she was making one of those sounds
but does a voice like hers really live in this place?
this place
with the people and the heat
the harm and the hate
the struggle of the street
every moment a test
and every test
a chore
i took the spoon
the one that she used
and i sat back down
afraid
but amused
she walked away with the bald man
his hands were so full
and his tongue twisted
with the kind of extra language
i have always insisted
is meaningful
but troublesome
i wonder sometimes
if i was wrong i must have stared
she must have seen
not to recognize her
i don't disagree
but the voice wasn't right
so i don't think it was her
i was so close to drowning and it didn't make sense
to be left with this need to persuade and convince
if regret is the answer
how long will that take?
if there is sin in redemption
pleasure in blame
if you're feigning concern but feeling no pain
remorse is your answer?
that doesn't mean a thing
and to think that mistakes can bring promise as well
like i promise to love you
and i'll never tell
i have lost my momentum
from one day in the sun
still wondering
if i was wrong
now
neither among them
will look in my eye
one is hung up
the other hung out to dry
and they both deserve to come undone
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