Ragged
Used and broken
We are what we hate
—
It’s just words
But once they’ve been spoken
I’d never seen anyone quite like that
She had the attitude
But she lacked the gratitude
Now she’s somewhere between Greece
Sometimes I think of her and I wonder…
——
Raggedy Anne lights her cigarette
And the shoe shine boy
Drinks his last drink
She’s getting on the first bus out of here
But the tire’s ragged and busted
Now she’s at the diner
Between 9-5
——
What good am I
Am I ragged and broken
Or am I just broken down
Too many drinks
Too many fist fights in my sleep
——
Do you keep the receipts
For all the things they’ve sold you
If we don’t find the changes that heal
We will just be
Ragged used and broken
We are what we hate
