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There was this guy, forty, older, kinda scruffy,
Kind of guy that looks like he could kill you with his stink,
Kind of guy you just walk past, don’t even think,

The white parts in his clothes brown,
His eyes open wide as I look, down,
And on the ground, quiet as death I see a dog,
Skinny and resigned like its barely clinging on,

But it is, and its his,
and he’s got his head resting on his lap like a kid
And this dog, he’s happy as hell
Doesn’t want to be anywhere else

Doesn’t matter how he sleeps, doesn’t matter how he looks
Doesn’t matter that his dreams have all been turned to dust.
And as I pass, I look back,
how good it would feel,
For someone to love me just, like, that.

In the dark of the night what we can get we will take
In the light of the day, our regret we must face.

And its the bus its the train
The muderous waves of rain
Walking by the umbrella patch kids
Holden it up so his hair stays dry
Trying to live love life with salted tears in your eyes

And this guy, in his uniform
Looking at her like he’s never seen her before
Brushing hair from the back of her cardigan
Living life each day from the start again

And I’m there, earphones in
Staring without shame, focusing,
On her nose, on his smile,
And the whole damn while,
Thinking whats wrong whats wrong whats wrong
Wheres my love

They get off, they all do
They’ll break it off they all do
But doesn’t help me from thinking it over and back
Again, how would it feel for someone to look at me like that.


Self flattery will only get you so far
I’m kind, I’m sweet, I’m Smart so where’s my part
Of the debt I’m owed by whatever I believe
By whoever, by what right are they beating me

Good girls always go for the bad guys, right?
Because their too dumb, too, too scared, too blind
How long would it take you to find all these Shallow girls
That are lost in the pockets all the entrepreneurs,

How many times will they have to walk by
How many times will you stop stare and cry
its a film of lies your looking through
the problem was never with them it was with you

We get off, we all do
Wet talk off, we all do
But knowing doesn’t kill facts
I still want someone to look at me like that

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from Pale Clouded Yellow, released August 23, 2014

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