Nothing

His bag was as close to me
As the memory of his father and me
But he moved it away before
I had the chance to look into it at all
His reaction was an eye full
But I still had my mouth full
And I couldn't tell the truth
We had everything to loose
So I stood on a cigarette
And decided we hadn't finished yet
I should tell him before I forget
I'm surprised he hasn't guessed it yet

Take your pity and sympathy
'Cos there is nothing wrong with me

The crutch of his wrinkled hand
Clutched my spine and
It wrecked me fine
Black fingernails dug in
I was wrenching and he cracked a grin
I was frail I was painfully thin
I never found my safety net

Take your pity and sympathy
'Cos there is nothing wrong with me