Recluse

Oh suddenly I'm getting older
Oh I lost this chip on my shoulder
Back to the black and white, paperback stingers and candlelight
And a how do you do to the faded folder
So long since the crossroad lights were on, so long
Making motions and trying to show her

And then you pick me up
Their eyes are set on the things we touch
I got a knack for this thing we do
We got a rack for the things we use
Just another lonely recluse

Oh another drink is making me colder (I don't need to hear no plea)
Oh another smoke is making me stoner (Manning up won't make me see)
Living at the top would give them chills, stray dog collars and rusty nails
And night after night it's looking like it's a floater (I been waiting I been shaking)
So long since I danced in the moonlight, so long
Making motions and trying to show her

And then you pick me up
Their eyes are set on the things we touch
I got a knack for this thing we do
We got a rack for the things we use
Just another lonely recluse



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Writer(s): The Ars Nova
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