There are glasses and bottles
Lines joints and hands full
There's evenings and weekends
And mornings we wake.

There are men and their bodies
And girls and their skin
There are kisses and touches
And oh for **** sakes.

There are sisters and mothers
Good-for-nothing fathers
There's uncles who managed
To fix some of the break.

There's jobs and there's classes
There's friends and there's lovers
There's me in the middle
More than I could take.

I feel
Exactly
Nothing