I used to sleep with two pillows, and a little light on.
And I used to hit the radio when it didn’t work
I had rain- boots, and a rain coat too
That I wore two times in my life
when my mother wanted to take me pictures outside.
And I used to have a good friend,
that talked to me every night
I also had a small bathroom
And a mirror with broken sides.
You know, I Know
If I ever tried to get back
And write some letters,
Or buy the newspaper,
There’d be nobody,
Recognizing my voice.
But I never got blue
I could enjoy small pleasures,
Sometimes I even had money for coffee.
And I remember an old, red scarf
That once I put on my cat,
He jumped and got hanged
I buried him on my backyard.
It was hard, but I could move on
I can see the scarf in my closet from here
Oh, my poor cat,
Rest in peace now that you can.
I have some magazines on the floor
Sometimes I like to see the pictures
Though they are dusty, they remind me
Of that miserable part of my childhood,
When I lived in a big house with my dad.
It reminds me of how lucky Im now,
That I have a thread of water
In a hole in the roof
And even some rats
drop around to see how Im doing.
I count with a strong power to read
And I can frequently
put my feet off the ground
I got a strong tendence
To talk to the sky
Because you know, I know
That maybe somebody
Might be listening if I sing
Or if I weep,
Because If I ever tried to get back,
I know you know,
Nobody would recognize my voice
But I don’t mind;
I got a piece
of my own ground
To sit on
whenever I want