Lyrics

In vacant lots In towns the cities say that time forgot I take my chances I rendezvous with strangers Buy their wares no longer needed It's my passtime It's how I've spent my life Now, I'm not expecting you to validate all I've accrued It's starting to overtake my living space This old upright piano No longer played, maybe never played Its keys pressed down with Teen Beat Magazines and old fiesta plates I only hope you'll understand I only ask that you will try to comprehend But you're just like them! I can tell from how you hovered 'round my kitchen Your footsteps so tentative! I'm only one small person In a world so full of material things I've surrendered Can't you see? I'm one with them To you these look like hand-me-downs The shit other people were throwing out Some perverted concubine to a woefully warping & stunted mind You'll tell all your friends you didn't have a good time Attractive enough, but not quite your type Get out of my house Get out of my sight There's no room for another It's already too tight Goodnight If you forgot me by now I'd say everything has gone according to plan Please let me die here Alone with my possessions Sell my bones to someone wholesale and burn my house down Never think of me again