My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on
Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people i dont smoke, see the copacross the street, he thinks that am selling dope.I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this, where the zero meets fifteen?
And so i gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, i watch my change fall from his hands.I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where i got my new tatoo.
What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own?H
Ow can i ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way.
God i dont know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says i dont know how to play.
He says i fumble all the time.
He thinks that i am John Elway.I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do i have to give them?
Does it matter if i try?I cant stand to see you suffer, i try to intellectualize, a formula to endyour pain, it doesnt work, God knows Ive tried.
Sometimes myu cup is overfilled.
Sometimes Im to afradi that Im going to spill.
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