Can't Sleep - Bastien Keb

He’s standing on the corner holding his life in an old pair of socks

All the while she’s sitting on his chest

He never really knew kindness

His fat hands and swollen throat ignored by most

People never did worry about his hands

They needn’t of

They were more suited to his pockets

Empty dark spaces like their owners

But now he won’t sleep

He can’t sleep with a full neck