Eyeballs - A. Savage

I don’t measure in vibes

But I can’t describe

The way that I feel

Without using the word «chill»

Ten types of tatter, maybe twelve, it doesn’t matter

I don’t count what I can’t cope

Shot at and missed

Shat at and hit

Please come to New York before you commit

To juicin', to joggin', to callin' poison fog

And drinking stolen water and payin' for it

I respect you for

Being the cautious type

But have I shown you my eyeballs lately?

Could you see that I’ve been hurtin' inside?

Sentimental and dull

Here’s one thing I know

Bridges in the sunset make a lovely silhouette

Dark and sturdy as a cheap cup of coffee

That a thoughtless stranger eloped

With meandering gloom

A call number two

And I’m so happy to serve, so glad to please sometimes

It hurts takin' lead so tell me what you need

To call a strange place home

'Cause I’m not ready for

You and I to say goodbye

Do I owe you a damn thing?

Maybe

Or could it be that I’ve been wasting your time?

If I show you my eyeballs

Maybe you could see that I’ve been hurtin' inside