Before It Was Worn - Street Sects

Cracked in half under the overpass

Caught my breath

Blankets strewn behind a shopping cart

Saw my bed

My pleasure comes first, it’s always been that way

But first thing tomorrow I plan to change

Tried to flush my sense of self away

But here I am

I would kill just to be like you

Nobody touches you, nothing gets through

Conscience never seems to bother you

Life goes on

Well if you want your money’s worth then open up your mouth

But if you want to keep that face then don’t come back

Not enough glue to keep the pins in place here

There isn’t any point in suffering for something you hate

I got a dose of the bottom and looked away

I got a taste of the real thing and grabbed it with both hands

But I’d kill just to be like you

Nobody touches you, nothing gets through

Living never seems to bother you

You’re not like us