Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Ghost of 542 Penora St.

9-24-05/9-25-05

I cannot defeat
all that has defeated me.
I don't want to reach
hearts that stopped listening to me.
I had my chances, and my efforts;
I broke my ass and bones
to gain notice.
Still I receive nothing.

I've got allies and well-wishers
who tell me my love isn't worth it;
"No it's not worth your pain."
Live in my shoes;
         pay for my place,
         find me a car
         and create your own space
away from mine
so I can die
happy and alone.
Don't tell me so
when I know
I could tell you where to go.

I cannot compete.
Got 2 feet and 5 and a half
and rainy days and a heart of glass.
Five and a half feet of defeated ass
and it rains all damn night.
It came outta nowhere,
all damn night.

I've got allies and sin-pushers
who tell me my pain just isn't worth it;
"No, it's not worth your gain."
Live in my shoes;
         walk to work,
         put food on my table,
         keep my bed warm and stable
         and confess to me it's not so easy
when you're not
in a comfortable place to be.
Yeah it's not so easy bein' a tramp like me
but I'm no Springsteen.
Having always lived life right under the gun,
a bitch like me was never born to run.