He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find
I bring him apples and cheeses
He brings me songs to play
He sees me when he pleases
I see him in cafes
And I only say, hello
And turn away before his lady knows
How much I want to see him
She removes him, like a ring
To wash her hands
She only brings him out to show her friends
I want to free him
Secrets and sharing soda
That's how our time began
Love is a story told to a friend
It's second hand
But I'll listen to his questions
I'll give my answers when they're found
He says she keeps him guessing
I know she keeps him down
She speaks in sorry sentences
Miraculous repentance's
I don't believe her
Tomorrow he will come to me
And he'll speak his sorrow's endlessly and he'll ask me why
Why can't I leave her
He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes
Comfort and consultation
He knows that's what he'll find
He knows that's what, he'll find
It was the weirdest thing
He stopped us at the red light
Told us his life story
Literally, from when he was a babe
Until he was stood right here
In the street
It was colourful I tell you
And then
He just walked off
Honestly,
The cars behind were just
Banging and banging
On their Horns.
We talked and talked
and nothing came of it
a change of money
a changing hand of pills
the deal went down,
right outside a Duane Read,
and we laughed at the honesty.
A jester's wit,
a soul coffin,
a fat passenger in a dirty van,
stares the face of
America in the eye,
and sticks a needle in
deeper and deeper.
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