I Get Hurt

Sometimes, I see nothing in people

Here is the church, and here is the steeple

You're sending me an invite to a networking event

I'm in your building and I'm crawling through the vents

I am a product of time and motion

I know the best spot for beer in Brooklyn

I'm in the garden and I'm eating all the dirt

I get hurt

There's a guy on the subway on the saxophone

He's got nothing waiting for him back at home

He sees a big green beanstalk blocking the sky

I've got my foot in the door

I've got a barbecue bible and southern charm

I've got skin in the game but none on my arm

I'm at the funeral home trying not to flirt

I get hurt

Chandelier comes down

Did you bring enough bullets?

She went back to the back with the guy with the mullet

I get hurt real bad like a shark attack

I close my eyes and I go back to black

Rain on the Hudson

It's too cold

I start to shiver

I don't want you

I get hurt