Sore

I was the one who took my eyes off the ball
When the game was in overtime
If you don’t play by the rules brother
You will end in the bleachers man
Crying out your eyes, asking questions
Why me, why me again this time?
I could be more, more, more, more
But I’m still here searching for words to ease the pain
Listen to the preacherman, he says, «Redemption is in the sky»
And I should kneel in my corner and pray for salvation now
Every moment passing by blows a mournful kiss
As I cringe in my little place
I could be fighting back for sure
But my soul is in chains, shuffling in the shadows
I don’t think you see me anymore, I’m just scenery
Like a post with faded bills standing in your way
Don’t raise that bar any further, I’m already on the ground
And feeling sore…
And if I could pay the rent baby, would I still be the man?
Don’t think you hear me anymore, I’m just ambient noise
Like a ripple of background chatter soiling your quietude
Don’t raise that bar any further, I’m already on the ground
And feeling sore…
And if I could pay the rent baby, would I still be the man?