window in the wall

this courtesy coffee’s in my lungs
this conference call is right on the tip of my tongue
this body’s just a blip in the motherboard
this is my nine to call out, because everything else gets ignored.
nine

manilla we ate must have been sour
went down one pipe and made all the rest of ‘em sore
but we’re having stuffed envelopes tonight
we’ll sure be stuffed but our faces will turn return letter white.

there is a window I’ve been shown
where I could bust my typing bones
i could have always just stayed home,
but I shouldn’t leave myself alone.

look at the way you treat your hands
if you’re not careful they’re gonna run off with a simpler man
look at the way you treat your eyes
don’t you know all that they want is a little surprise?

i need to call out to my brain
so it’ll speak to me again
won’t somebody talk to my brain
and make it take me back again?

somebody bought me and took me home
then I got stuck in a place where the sun doesn’t shine
they dressed me up like an office doll
but you are my window in the wall.

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