better for nothing than coming up with bad news
the bitter something that consumed my yesterday and took up space within brain
I guess in a while I'll stop contemplating it
I guess in a while my teeth tighten and I'll smile for a little bit
The anger caught my throat gave weight to every single word
the issues loaded sentences I didn't mean to hurt
you really got the only conversation from my throat
I'm not saying much anything these days
wish I had a home
I'm moving today
to a place so far away
free of the main streets on a train line you wouldn't bother to take
not much changed
I'm working on this rock
pushing it up inclined city block
the bums all came to watch
they begged for change when I stopped
when I took my hand down to sift
through my pockets for a little cent
the rock came loose and smashed me flat
I didn't have time to react
the bums didn't call a medic
they just took my wallet
and the birds didn't soothe me with song
they just picked at my flesh till the rats came along
and by the morning I was just a stain
a mark on the pavement that you'd trample someday
didn't anything change
not much changed.
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