Look - The Weather Station

Look me in the eye — do me that courtesy

Pretend to tell me why you cannot hear me

Look me in the eye — give me your best excuse

Tell me there has been a use for this pain

That I do not have to feel, I know that you do not

But from my heart I peel the skin from this rot

Look me in the eye — that is all I’m asking you

I know that you don’t want to

I know that it’s hard for you

Take hold of my hand while you are shaking it

Looking for my goodwill, for my approval

While you are letting me down

While you express regret

And while you tell me again

About your helplessness

Am I gonna make a fool of myself, am I gonna cry here?

I notice that you turn away, and gesture to your volunteers

Don’t you know I have come to you?

Just like I am supposed to, when there is something you can do

But you are not going to