i am the singer in my band

I am the singer in my band
I am the loser in my book
I am a pen in someone’s hand

Or the line without a hook.

I am the friend I almost had
Who slept out on the street

I am the devil, more or less, of all things truly sad
Nowhere have I come or gone without knowledge of my feet.

I am the reflection in my mirror
Looking rather grey
I am a one sided telephone call, and I still can hardly hear her

Dripping with things to say.

I am the mutant in the sewers

Always trying to look pretty

I am the sun-soaked desert basilisk, the wanderer

From city to city to smokey city?

I am the dog that’s parked in the driveway
I am the pen without a hand
I am the king of doing things my way
Which no one understands.

 

I am leftover spaghetti
That was forgotten in the fridge
I am a cold and naked yeti
But damnit, don’t treat me like a bridge.