Invisible Man

Invisible man, you’re an asphalt dancer Cinematic, backward talking fool Don’t reach for my hand with your madman laughter I am scared to become like you I awoke, in the early morning, in my own apartment, up above Where you stood, in a bed of flowers, telling no one real to shut up Get out, get out, I don’t want you in my brain A seed, of doubt, it gets planted anyway Invisible man, you’re a radiator Burning up the pavement in the dark Don’t reach for my hand, I am not your neighbor I am scared to be like you are I got up, made a cup of coffee, got my shoes and car keys and I left To my job, down the elevator, out the door where you were yelling Get out, get out, you’re not welcome in my brain A seed, of doubt, well it haunts me like a plague Invisible man, you’re a tightrope walker An obscene applauder in the street Don’t reach for my hand, I am not your brother You are not a thing like me Invisible man, your electric laughter Running addled circles on the loose And the truth is that I’m just another madman And I see myself in you