may i take this seat and eat with you
i'll share my lunch and sing to you
i have stories to tell about places i've been
and people i've met, no one like (you)

why do you cry all alone? where have all your
friends gone? so here's my shirt, now wipe
your tears, and i'll say that it's OK

i can understand all the wrong that you've
been through, so here's my hand. Come walk
with me, i'll take you home, to home, sweet
misery. your home is hell, without the
flames, your dad's a drunk, your mom's his
beer. your room your cage, it's decorated
with fantasies of lives not yours