I'm Thinking Dorsia, Wear Something Fabulous

The sun came up, but the air is still freezing.

The coffee's on for another day of leeching.

Only every day he grabs his coat and leaves home

With no pain and no sorrow.

Tight his talons clasp his briefcase made of gold

Full of words set in stone

With a step outside, a scowl ruins his pleasant face.

Nothing can replace it

(And looking down and looking down and looking down)

Nothing can replace it

(And looking down and looking down to the pavement now)

His office stands adjacent

(And looking down and looking down and looking down)

And on the steps a vagrant

(And looking down and looking down to the pavement now)

Preaches how his day went

What am I worth? What can I bring to your society?

Is there no one who'll rectify what you've done to me?

What am I worth? What can I bring to your society?

Is there no one who'll rectify the life I've lost?

But the man walks on.

The life I've lost.

But the man walks on.

Today the numbers meet his pace

Like staplers puncturing your face

He gets what he wants at a small price to pay

At the end of the day he grabs his hat and heads on his way

The door's ajar to his home but he doesn't hesitate

He wants to feel at ease but something's wrong

And seeing nothing

Swallowing his beads of sweat

But tasting nothing

It's hard to hold his heavy head

The room gets cloudy

Leaning now over his bed

His throat is closing

The sheets are soaking

In red blood flowing

Collapsing on the floor

No one is listening when living alone

Gasping and gulping for air

No one is listening when living alone

Gasping and gulping for air

Quit

Fighting for a

Breath

And then

The vagrant walks out the front door.