world's a hot place,
doing 90 on the road to Broadway,
what did I say?
where did she go
What do I know?
how do you feel?
do you know what's here,
and what's real?
you have questions about
questions for questions asked
to prophets and leaders,
he's blacked out in the gutter,
through the sewer
how'd one get to be so political?
one like me can't be so hypocritical,
you're skeptical like me,
anxious,
asking who do I want to be?
Where do I want to go?
I thought two years, hell,
no one year that this is what I would do
but the longer I go,
the higher I climb,
the farther and faster I fall,
(did I hear you call?)
I wake up every day late and
sweating, saying
I'm betting today will be exactly
the same as yesterday
I bet you're angry,
but today I was happy,
even if the farther I go,
without someone to touch,
makes me think I can do so much
but it's pathetic
(who's worthless now?)
2.
I went to bed wet and tired,
fired up and worthy,
watching videos til three in the
morning,
waking up at eleven to squeeze some hours of worthlessness
into my life
this is the second part,
I have words left,
you took my keys and never came back,
well I just go home and sit and pack
up all my things into corners of my room
while people yell at me in my mind
because there's no better way to pass the time than
wondering about the future
I wonder so much I've lost all my wonder,
I dream so much but I can't even remember,
I don't even cry anymore,
the sad thing there's nothing to cry about
so I guess in the future when I do finally cave in,
when the waterfalls flow,
then that'll be a real sight,
they'll turn around and say,
"Hey, did you hear that so and so made Sayer cry?"
What a pity,
where did my inspiration go?
the longer you go without someone's touch,
the more you love them so much,
you forget lunch,
you're the most depraved of the bunch
I hope you have a good life,
I still have words left,
but I wake up hitting my pillow
after remembering to release every once in a while
I have lost the ability to think and love,
that the only thing to love is myself,
I hope one day I am as unlucky as you
to scream in my head is a pleasure,
your affection wasn't a treasure
you are worthless and pitiful,
and I'm sure you can fuck all night,
all right,
you can fuck all night
and I can laugh at the thought,
who would have thought,
that you could fuck all night,
all the way
until the moon sails over,
who's worthless now,
huh?
Who made the mistake
Who's head is in a basket
i won't be in a casket
and you can make a racket while
i swim in summer's breeze
(all by my lonesome self)
I'm the bitch now