Convenient women living on my street
She’s constantly looking for something to eat
My soul is stained with dark red tears
She licks them off and swallows my prayers
Her shadow is missing
As she floats down my stairs
She tries to find purpose playing musical chairs
While I just joke about interpersonal affairs
We all get lost
But only some are aware
Nothing is really broken
until it can’t
Be repaired
She tells me I'm slightly impaired
I just laugh and say
You better beware
Convenient woman
I wish I could hold you in my arms
Make you feel right from wrong
Protect you from harm
But I know
You aren’t really there
And that’s a big part of your charm
