you tossed me out onto the street,
with neither a shift nor a single sheet,
and I wandered cold and burned to the bone,
wondering when I'd get to come home.

and I knocked on doors and I sat on the street,
and I walked with all this blood on my feet,
and I claimed all the alleys and climbed all the rooves,
and I chanted your name into my mind's grooves,
and I sought out the firelight that warmed people's homes,
but they'd never accept a person who roams,
so I bounded and bounced across shadows, and then,
I couldn't keep you off my path yet again.

so I kneel here, I'm cold, I'm shivering and bare,
to find you, I went and sold all my hair,
I walked into hell, I knew you'd be there—
I came back to find you. but you couldn't care.