Homeless

Lyrics

Yeah, I see you, with your goddamn latte,

Pretending I'm a ghost, a stain on your clean day.

You're scared, I can smell it, your fucking pity's a lie,

Just another rich asshole driving through Hollywood.

The asphalt's my bed and the smog's my blankets

Every night a reminder of what you stole from me.

I'm cold, I'm tired, and I'm sick of your smile.

Go on, cross the street, pretend I'm not here for a while.

This rage is my blanket, this hunger my alarm,

So keep your fucking change, it won't do me a lick of harm.

This ain't a story, it's just a goddamn fact.

I'm homeless, you arrogant prick, and there ain't no turning back.

See the trash can? That's my grocery store.

See the cardboard sign? It's my open door.

You talk about "the system," a word you've never felt,

While your life's a gift card, and my whole world's just been dealt.

So don't you dare look at me with those damn eyes so wide,

Like you're gonna save the world, while you're the reason I'm outside.

I'm cold, I'm tired, and I'm sick of your smile.

Go on, cross the street, pretend I'm not here for a while.

This rage is my blanket, this hunger my alarm,

So keep your fucking change, it won't do me a lick of harm.

This ain't a story, it's just a goddamn fact.

I'm homeless, you arrogant prick, and there ain't no turning back.

I'm a mirror you're so scared to look at!

You judge me like an addict with no self-control,

While I'm fighting to stand up straight, so I don't hit the fucking fenty fold!

My pain is the wallpaper in your perfect, polished room,

A constant whisper in your head, the slow, creeping doom.

I'm here.

I'm still here.