Begging Bowl

Who says the words
That keep you awake
Who comes to stay
And gets sent away
Maybe there is someone
Maybe there is not

You pay your rent
You work, you wash, so what?
I forgot your address
I may forget your name

I still own the begging bowl
Bottom of the honour roll
To take your moods and not complain
And beg to serve you all my days

Chained to the place
Where we used to lay
Chained by your rage
Chained on to me

You sent away the beggar
And you still taste defeat.

You lie awake
Between our sheets
Who will stop the ceiling
Closing in on you?

I still own the begging bowl.
Bottom of the honour roll,
To take your moods and not complain,
And beg to serve you all my days.

I still own the begging bowl.
Back to serve you once again,
To take your moods and not complain,
And beg to serve you all my days.

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