There’s a queue at the pool
of people waiting
I’m debating
About what to do
Getting cold
People hogging the showers
Trying to get out every lastbitofchlorine
for hours
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
I’m tired of it.
I’m on the bus
The bus is packed
There’s old people coming on back to back
No one stands up
No matter how young
They turn away
As if to say
I DON”t CARE WHO YOU ARE
I’m tired of it
I want to say something
But I don’t
I don’t want to rock the boat
I know who I am
I’m tired of it.
I’m walking my baby
It’s the afternoon
Sleep coming and a daytime moon
There’s a girl up ahead, she
Looks like a doll
Sick thin and frail
And she’s a pro
The car slows down
The guy hidden inside
Stalking his prey
Alone outside
I scream at him, leaveheralone
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
I’m tired of it
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