I Get Hurt

Sometimes, I see nothing in people Here is the church, and here is the steeple You're sending me an invite to a networking event I'm in your building and I'm crawling through the vents I am a product of time and motion I know the best spot for beer in Brooklyn I'm in the garden and I'm eating all the dirt I get hurt There's a guy on the subway on the saxophone He's got nothing waiting for him back at home He sees a big green beanstalk blocking the sky I've got my foot in the door I've got a barbecue bible and southern charm I've got skin in the game but none on my arm I'm at the funeral home trying not to flirt I get hurt Chandelier comes down Did you bring enough bullets? She went back to the back with the guy with the mullet I get hurt real bad like a shark attack I close my eyes and I go back to black Rain on the Hudson It's too cold I start to shiver I don't want you I get hurt