Worthlessness in a Song

I’ve been feeling quite amused
By that which dilutes you
And leaves you without use
I only hope that you like it too

Would you like to sway to a song
With all of your clothes off
That one were the meangs always wrong
No matter how you play it off

I won’t catch you if you fall
If so you were never meant to stand at all

I won’t bite at the hand that feeds me
Cubes of salt
Out of spite they never believed me
I know it was my own fault

Should I feel ashamed that I don’t know your name
Should you feel the same, because really how am I to blame?

I’m sorry I don’t know you
I’m sorry I don’t know you

I feel like dancing to the sounds
That children make
When they whistle and shout
To gain the attention of passing trains

There’s little details that make things okay
Little idiosyncrises I can’t escape
If I wake up tomorrow with a hole
in my chest
Would it be you taking what’s left?

I’m not sorry I don’t know your name
it’s not my fault that you change it every day
With a new diagnosis and words I can’t say
(I feel like) You want to be what you can’t take

I feel like dancing to the sound
That a flag pole makes
When the chain blows around
And it begins to shake

I feel like dancing to the sounds
That children make
When they whistle and shout
To gain the attention of passing trains