He could have been the one
Can’t they find something else to say?
On knowing what I have done
They’d all surely run away
Back to their orderly lives
Because waiting back home
Be perfect husbands or wives
But on the streets I shall roam
Thinking about
Who you are with
Drinking without
You. I will live
No, I am merely existing
Used to be alive
Now the noun’s resisting
Only because I’ve…