you got me feeling like
I'm in the windowseat
watching the plane go down
at a murder scene watching
the whole thing go down
a witness to the madness
I'm witnessing when ever asked
I know nothing about what I seen
too clean to come clean
too dirty to talk about it
too in deep to walk up out it
rather fall from jumping
than to trip or slip on something
stump my toe from stumbling
on the pain of knowing the worse
things to know or see with these
Angela Davis eyes of mine
blood falling from where tears
use to be it's all over me
coz, I've been crying all over
myself for somebody else
sometimes being a fool is
a natural part of me so I
have to get off the phone to
spend some sobering time alone