You shook your head and went upstairs I would've cared but I don't care There's plenty more for me down here
I saw her here one time before I barely noticed she was there But I recall the shirt she wore And how she hid behind her
I'll move around and talk to folks And laugh at all their funny jokes It doesn't feel like it's enough I rub my eyes and drink too
She said that this was growing old Repeated parties every week I asked if she was getting cold As I reached out to feel her
I asked you if you knew my name You didn't tell me anything And so I lost my shoes in shame And fell asleep on the porch
If I could act before I think The freedom I would likely find More from The Metasciences