they'd give anything if they had my cough
or a kingsize bed that was nice and soft
pure envy runs through their veins
everyday seems the same
the same, the same, the same
they all wish they could go to work
experience the frustrations that lurk
day after day they wish
a talk, a lunch, a kiss
one kiss, one kiss, one kiss
seasons change like a kaleidoscope
though the years they learn not to hope
death touches all the races
the colorless resting places
but there's no rest in this place
they long to hold another and taste sweet honey
see the sun fall asleep and have a pocket full of money
smell all the smells of the dirt
feel the pain of being hurt
it's the pain that hurts
