Crumpled

Jacked up then kicked down, Tires bouncing off the ground
I could have been underneath but I somehow escaped - unscathed now
Your voice is a mile away, can't hear a word you say
But I can hear the tone and it's calling out, but will I follow?
I'd rather not

I've balled it up and tossed it on the floor
Can you make sense of this crumpled page well then it's yours (it's yours)

You gotta start with something, It's not much of nothing
But it is all I've got and it's slapped up on the table
Screwed up again today, I'd like to start yesterday
But then I'd be counting back the days and weeks until I was one day
And that can't be

I don't know... what else that you want
I've got notebooks of resentment, my ink has filled in every spot
I guess I'll take what I've got
And just let more unfilled pages, just drift on in endless haunt

You've got everything now, everything and the farm
There isn't anything else I haven't spilled out for you - that you know of
My pockets are out turned - My piggy bank upturned
Every penny I've got has gone your way now are you happy?
Well, you don't say...