Dry of care for others' thoughts
Remembering dead forget-me-nots
Used to be a child once
Hearing music where its not
Speeches on the uptown train
To everyone, but no one's brain
Ignoring you keeps you insane
But you're in here, and not the rain
Drowning out the crowd's dim hum
Lights flicker out the medium
The conversation means to some
But to me it's plenty dumb
As for me, or you or him
An overpriced pen in the hand
If ignoring pleas is a sin
Then a spot in hell I guess I win