Empty Pockets Full of Change

I Fight for You

You took my jacket and my heart

And threw them both down the

Gutter on the corner of

Debbie and Onstott. you sped

Off down the wrong road, and my

Jacked up four cylinder didn't have

The power to intercept the

Conflicting emotions that

Intoxicated your mind.

I guess that explains the alcohol.

I fought for you, no I fight for you

But my fists have no affect on the opponent

When the opponent is a silhouette

Of the person that you have become

They bounce off or even shatter

Like rock against glass.

My words echo out but everyone

Around is deaf because they never

Took the time out of their life for you

The way I did.

The words that come out of my mouth

Are mute to my own ears because

My ears do not see you

The ways my eyes do.

And my eyes do not see you

As much as I'd like them to