Crawling hours drilling your teeth You sweat through all of your clothes Tossed off south 16th street With some friend you don’t wanna know Pull your sleeves Down though it is 93 degrees Cause it’s not the way that you are It’s what they wanna see Oh lord I still hope your name don’t appear In some obituary I know it’s so unclear When you’ve begged so long on bruised knees Couldn’t feel Couldn’t convince myself I was real Cause it’s not the way that you are It’s what they wanna see Oh lord Could you see? Were you conscious as they packed to leave? Cause it’s not the way that you are It’s what you wanna be Don’t go No it’s not the way that you are It’s what you soon will be Don’t go