You don’t Care

 

 

You don’t Care

 

I don’t have any pride, it died when I

pawned my god damn ring. You tell

me that ain’t right and I almost faint

when you say, I’m not your friend

and can’t even spend the night.

 

Baby, I say absurd things, like, you know

what suffering’s like from needles, and poison,

gas. You’ll go back to Chicago if you mistreat

me one more time and you’ll never find any gold

in their stinking cattle yards.

 

You tried to put me down, but I turned the tide.

Call me to ball when you’re feeling lowdown,

cause I’m not going door to door along the shore,

or through the woods searching for an invitation

from your heart that I’ve already got.

 

That’s all right if your greed uses up all my

empty cups. I’m your priceless friend to the end

because you got the buzz that I need. I’ll sell

another ring hiding behind my door, so I don’t have

to worry about your pride, envy or greed.

 

When I’m walking on down the street, my poor

heart skips a beat and I’ll never look again, until

I get that bad, bad feeling that in the name of love,

tears roll from the doorway of my heart, making it

stop when I don’t receive costly repairs and you don’t

care that it’s the end.

 

 

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