Jaron

I can't survive like normal people
With their goals, dreams, plans...
Instead, I traded myself for a girl
And by doing that, I'm damned.

I can't breathe the same damn air
That makes you smile.
I got to suck the city air
Thick with sweat, drugs, sex, and lies.

I can't watch the sunset
And think, "God, what a sight,"
But I stay up until the morning
When the city turns off its lights.

I got to feel the city's pulse.
I got to dance the city's beat.
I got to shiver a winter in a cardboard box
And I got to stip in the summer's heat.

I got to drink a piss poor beer
Still warm and flat and sweet,
'Cause there still ain't nothing that tastes like that
When you're still dripping from the heat.

I got to smoke another joint,
And I got to do another line
Someday, but I got an empty wallet
And if I don't, I don't got time.

The street lamps are the prettiest view
That I can think of around here,
And the prettiest smells are drugs and violence
Mixed with sweat, blood, cheap whiskey, and fear.

But I got to find a cardboard box,
Thick and soft and warm,
And get back to the city streets
That I think of as my home.