Sucker

With both eyes closed I blew out his windows
A cheap shot, I know, but someone had to do it
«It isn’t like he deserves it,» that’s easy for you to say
He’s not your kind, he’s not your type
Just look into his eyes
On my side of town we let the lights go down
Get out your knives and go for a long drive
I’m nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table
Eventually you’ll, too, gather dust like the rest of us
Left out to rust
So tell me tonight, can we be magnetic
Lightning will strike and some of us will get it
Now that I’m social, I’m at your disposal, a chair at the table
Eventually you’ll, too, gather dust like the rest of us
Left out to rust