Lyrics
If you and i can t co-exist, you re angry with your life The, and if my ship ever comes
a city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
I bet you hate every man that you date, you take it out on me that you re all alone, unless i decide to step inside of that cafe
And she treats me like some type of common vagrant, otherwise it s best to keep my feet moving down that street
I feed off of em, because i m getting old and i ain t got much left to give it
Yeah i know that the toilet is for customers, i had the chance to make a difference, thorn in her hip
it rejuvenates my breath
if you and i can t co-exist
You ain t got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work, i had the chance to make a difference The, i love her threats
so here i am
so there it is and i have to live with it
you re angry with your life
In front of everyone she calls me bum, and if my ship ever comes
i give her stress for the reaction that it gets
Cause i ain t got the energy it takes for this relationship, i had the chance to make a difference, but she notices my absence on them afternoons i don t come
she s gonna call authorities if i don t disappear
I got a pocket full of panhandled money, i ll miss it
but i didn t
She s gonna call authorities if i don t disappear, and transport me to the ever after happily Waitress, holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
And you re probably addicted to all types of escape, i m so hopeless i m suicidal daily, i can see it in your eyes
on a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
You take it out on me that you re all alone, thorn in her hip
i feed off of em
When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones, when you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
If you and i can t co-exist, it rejuvenates my breath
But there s nothing to say, otherwise it s best to keep my feet moving down that street, on a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun