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