When I left you
There was nothing left
For me to give
A slap on the ***
Feet firm on the ground
And that's all I had
No moon over Manhattan
No Bambi eyes on the prize
Just two hands, two feet
Ten fingers, ten toes
You'd think I'd at least
Have wrapped you
Bandana blue
Tied you to a post
And slung you over shoulder
See saw of gravitas
Instead I had empty pockets
Hole sewn into the hem
So that when money went in
It just fell out again
I think you're better off
Busking on the street
Earning pennies for thoughts
People will take pity
A gift that's more than
What I was given
But then again
What do I really know
I left my dignity behind
So long ago
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
When I left you
There was nothing left
For me to give
A slap on the ***
Feet firm on the ground
And that's all I had
No moon over Manhattan
No Bambi eyes on the prize
Just two hands, two feet
Ten fingers, ten toes
You'd think I'd at least
Have wrapped you
Bandana blue
Tied you to a post
And slung you over shoulder
See saw of gravitas
Instead I had empty pockets
Hole sewn into the hem
So that when money went in
It just fell out again
I think you're better off
Busking on the street
Earning pennies for thoughts
People will take pity
A gift that's more than
What I was given
But then again
What do I really know
I left my dignity behind
So long ago
