4th time around

when she said dont waste
your words, they're just lies
i cried she was deaf
as she worked on my face
until breaking my eyes
and said "what else ya got left"
it was then that i got up to leave but she said "dont forget,
everybody must give something back, something they get"
i stood there and hummed
i tapped on her drum
and i asked her "how come?"
and she buttoned her boot
and straightened her suit
and she said "dont get cute"
so i forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs
and gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum
she threw me outside
i stood in the dirt
where everyone waLked
and, after finding out i
forgot my shirt,
i went back and knolked
i waited in the hallway, she went to get it and i tried to make sense
out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against
her jamaican rum
and when she did come
i asked her for some
she said "no, dear"
i said "your words arent clear -
you better spit out your gum"
she screamed and her face got so red then she fell on the floor
and i covered her up and then thought i'll go look through her drawer
and when i was through
i filled up my shoe
and brought it to you
and you, you took me in,
you loved me then,
you, you never wasted time
and i, i never took much
i never asked for your crutch
now dont ask for mine