You are nothing for me;
but a place I got through,
A song I know the words too, but don't feel in me anymore.
I can see your face in a vague collection of pieces,
pieces that don't touch one piece of me.
Your hand reaches out through the memory of your words,
words so easily spent.
I gulp them in;
ingestion is ownership is over it.
So I walk down the sidewalk and smile and lean and sway.
Can't help but know it can't get nuthin but better.
Tried to convince myself that I deserve what is used and old;
No good
But it was a losing battle.
They walk beside me taunting,
inviting me to their masculine trophy case;
to watch me through the glass.
I just sway and smile and say;
I'm waiting for the A train, doll.