Hoping You're Doing Okay

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