A Pot To Piss In

You drag me out of my little holes You wash my face and darn my clothes I check my pockets, empty as sin. To pay you back somehow I will I wouldn't have a pot to piss in I wouldn't even think to need one I thought I needed shoes till I met a man with no feet I wouldn't have a leg to stand on A broken man needs you to hang on I thought I needed shoes till I met a man with no feet Met a man with no feet You're making plans, I'm breaking pens You're designing life, I make amends Your patience is unsullied glass I clearly see my fragile parts Projected like a half a man Unto your cut and calloused hands Slumped in your arms like a mourning man Without a word or a reprimand You held me up till I could, you held me up till I could, you held me up till I could stand I wouldn't have a pot to piss in I wouldn't even think to need one I thought I needed shoes till I met a man with no feet I wouldn't have a leg to stand on A broken man needs you to hang on I thought I needed shoes till I met a man with no feet Met a man with no feet Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And I thought I needed shoes till I met a man with no feet And I thought I needed shoes But all I need is you And I thought I needed shoes But all I need is you And I thought I needed shoes But all I need is you All I need is you All I need is you All I need is you