Mary

If you talk to Mary please don't look at me

Cause she's never seen me before

Don't call attention to the man outside of me

Cause she can cut my head off with the blinking of her eye

And I'm not supposed to be here and I'm too young to die

See, she carries my confusion in the pocket of her jeans

I go bouncing like a pinball in between extremes

I'm not surprised, this happens all the time

And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind

And she's never seen me before

So if you talk to Mary please don't mention me

Cause she's never seen me before

Just let me hide behind the smoke and the pleasantries

Cause I do my best work with the mannequin brigade

I just peek around the statues spitting art and foreign trade

She looks a hole right through me to a shadow on the wall

Till I'm sick of my surroundings while I'm not here at all

I'm not surprised this happens all the time

And my hand lights her cigarette inside my mind

And she's never seen me before

Warhol monotone, robotic talk, we're all so smart we're so perceptive

But her mouth doesn't move, except to smile to be polite

To receptive

She burns me with a glance. I look away

I'm safely cool, I'm so deceptive

I'd give my right arm for a different situation

Convince myself I see everybody watching me

I set myself up for this stupid situation