All The Things You Have

I’m sitting here

On a dirty blanket

Looking at a stained ceiling

Black mold in the walls

A crack running

Right down the center

Of a television

That only gets

Two channels

And you want me to go

To this cookout

With your wife

And you framily

And your kids

And all the things

You have

And be happy

Happy for you

You don’t ask

Where I’m staying

When I’m in town

How I’m paying my bills

How I’m making rent

If I have rent

If I have--

Somewhere to go

At night

When the heat goes down

But the humidity stays up

You know

You what this time of year

Does to me

And you don’t care

Because you got your pool

And your grille

And your nice backyard

With all that room

For running dogs

And kids playing catch

With their dad

And I’m your keeper

Or you’re mine

You’re gonna offer me a beer

And I’m still going to taste it

In my mouth

Hours later

When I’m trying to figure out

How to watch a television

With a crack down the middle

And how I’m going to pay for this room

After tonight

But you don’t care about that

You don’t know

What happens to me

In between the cookouts

And the birthday parties

Where I go to

When the weather gets cold

And I can finally breathe

Because it doesn’t feel

Like fire

Going down my throat

You don’t ask me questions

About all that

When you’re--

No

No, no

You ask me

How I want my burger

You ask me

How things are going

With whoever it is

I told you I was seeing

The last time we talked

I just--

They’re names

They’re just made up names

And they don’t mean

Anything

And you don’t remember

A damn thing about me

But you remember

Those names

Those fake names

That I gave you

So you would think

I wasn’t alone

But I…

But I am

I’m alone

I’m all alone

And you are…

You are covered

In this thing

That I’m sure

To you

Looks like

Success

But…

Well

It’s more than I have

That’s true

That’s very true

But see whereas you

You

I can

I can

I can take from you

If I wanted to

I could…

I could take it

All away

All the--

All those things

I could

And me

Me sitting here

On this dirty blanket

You--

Do you see that--

That you can’t take nothing

From me

You--

You can’t

You can’t--

Because there’s nothing

There’s nothing

To take

So

So…

So

That’s something

Isn’t it?

Isn’t that

Something?