Sidewalk

Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels look the same

I realize that the roof is stable and start to feel ashamed

It's cold outside, but don't ask me, the weather's fine in here

Ask the man around the corner who lives his life in fear

Two hundred pennies, forty ounces later he's okay

He doesn't have the pressure to think about the next day

But I bet it's something cold and hard and grey

Complaining and whining all the time, I never seem to quit

Always lying to myself, a shoe that always fits

Never is a long time, and it feels like I'm a clock

Ticking like a time bomb, someday soon his life will stop

I listen to the radio, but nothing good is on

My friends are calling up but I'm pretending that I'm gone

We're all pieces in a chess game, he's a pawn

I wonder how it turned out like this, no one seems to care

The scale has tipped me fortunate, is this what we call fair?

But I've never had the mind to know it

I've never had the guts to show it

All I know is his dream is my nightmare