Sidewalk

Sitting in the lazy chair,

the channels look the same

I realize that the roof is stable

and start to feel ashamed

it's cold outside but dont ask me

the weather's fine in here

ask the man around the corner

who lives his life in fear



Two hundred pennies,

forty ounces later he's okay

he doesn't have the pressure

to think about the next day

but I bet it's something cold

and hard and grey



Complaining and whining all the time

I never seem to quit

always lying to myself,

A shoe that always fits

never is a long time and

it seems like I'm a clock

ticking like a time bomb,

someday soon his life will stop



I listen to the radio but

nothing good is on

my friends are calling up but I'm

pretending I'm gone

we're all pieces in a chess game

he's a pawn



I wonder how it turned out like this

no one seems to care

the scale has tipped me fortunate

is this what we call fair?

but I've never had the mind to know it

never had the guts to show it

I know one thing, his dream is my nightmare