Don't worry that I'm ignoring you I ignore everyone
Don't worry that I didn't buy you a sandwich I'm tight, that's all
Don't worry that I don't know your name when I see you every day I'm the same with my neighbour
Don't worry that you don't go home when I do My boss often stays late too
But then she does go home to her warm, dry bed And your damp, cold begging spot welcomes your head Ready for another day to be reminded that You're less than human When surely that title belongs to the one Who avoided and ignored Hoarded and stored
Surely that title belongs to me Just like everything else