I know a man who fills
his emptiness
with strangers.
I know a girl
who drinks herself
to sleep at night.
You can't change her.
I know people who use
chat rooms as
confessionals.
I know down and outs
who once were,
once they were
professionals
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.
I know a single mother
who loses her mind
on weekends.
She pleads with lady luck
on scratch cards
with money lent to her
by old friends.
I know people who take
midnight drives for
head space. I know what
they'd give for just one
loving embrace.
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.
We're just the same.
We all get desperate
sometimes.
Feeling black and blue.
I know you'll find it hard
to accept it sometimes.
We all feel black
and we feel blue.
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.
I know a rich man
who has everything
you could wish for,
but children.
I know an old lady who
talks a lot but
could teach you,
if you listen.
I know people who believe
in gods and demons.
I know ones who think
there's nothing there
at all.
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.
We're just the same.
We all get desperate
sometimes feeling
black and blue.
I know you'll find it hard
to accept it sometimes.
We all feel black
and we feel blue.
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.
Wipe it off your sleeve,
your superiority.
Don't roll your eyes,
my sweet.