Lyrics

*Note: The use of the f-word in this song is based on a direct quote taken from a homeless man on the streets of DC Halloween night. I gave him $10 for the line, and told him I would put him in a song. So it appears verbatim.*

He walked down the street the god of accidents | so I gave all of my change to the homeless man | a mummy in caution tape down on his luck | said man this is no costume I am seriously fucked up* | and what would it take for you to remember me? | I am down on my luck wearing my heart on my sleeve | I am homeless and heartbroken hungry for so much | and man this is no costume I am seriously fucked up | Oregon Allison was going by Jasmine this month | when we met in the bar said she’d take me to Spain if I want | like a confused tooth fairy gifted me one from her store | saying take this I don’t need it anymore | and what would it take for you to remember me? | I am falling to pieces could use a little company | and you can have this heart | or is that part too easy to ignore? | well take this I don’t need it anymore | do I have to scar you? scare you? talk to myself? | to find a place in your memory reserved for no one else | make my name more interesting? cultivate an eccentricity | that you can’t dismiss so easily? | so here I am again I’m fighting for your eyes | making a fool of myself cause I’ve decided it’s worth the prize | for you to say my name burned in your brain | just like a lunatic yell | I want to be your favorite crazy story to tell | I want to be your favorite crazy story to tell