Stray Cat

Twenty-five and barely alive.

What a time to be.

I could kiss away every bit of sadness, but

where would that get me?

Oh and I am tired.

though i know I said I would stay.

Ah but these hold-ups and stray cat streets,

this place it really starts to reek of decay.

Oh, and I am nauseous,

But not for the reasons you'd think.

I'm so full of it

Yeah, I am over it

My god, this place, it makes me sick.

And I'm wasting my time on waiting.

And I'm worried it could always be this way.

The sun, she sets where the road ends.

You can't convince me to stay.

Oh no, you can't convince me to stay.

Seven years don't seem so long

searchin' for a home.

But sleepin' on my friends' floors is gettin'

pretty old.

Oh and I am tired

of wakin' with an ache.

Oh so tired

of sellin' myself short for the devil's spare change.

But I am fightin'

off the ultimate end.

Ah, in any case

Yeah at any rate

I know I'll always have a friend.