If I looked at you would you be concerned?
Would you run for miles in terror?
Say goodbye from me.
If I greet you here on this gracious walk,
Would you hang your jaw in horror?
I’m a tragedy.
‘Cause if I don’t know you and if you don’t know me,
Then why would we embarrass ourselves?
Head down, eyes on feet.
And I will hope to see no more than two or three
Other people in this jungle,
I, Myself and Me.
Take a good long look at this open book,
There’s a page for not giving a single fuck.
I’ve not read it yet but I’m almost there,
Because time is thin and so is my hair.
Take a good long look at this open book,
There’s a page for not giving a single fuck.
I’ve not read it yet but I’m almost there,
So there is no time for you to stop and stare.
I’d rather cross the road than walk beside you here,
I don’t hear what you are saying.
My ears are occupied.
I’m colder and I’m numb the older I become,
This whole world is agitating,
My brain is liquefied.
Take a good long look at this open book,
There’s a page for not giving a single fuck.
I’ve not read it yet but I’m almost there,
Because time is thin and so is my hair.
Take a good long look at this open book,
There’s a page for not giving a single fuck.
I’ve not read it yet but I’m almost there,
So there is no time for you to stop and stare.
Should I nod my head, should I show my teeth?
Should I bite into this bullet?
What a tragedy.
Not a single word, not a single sound,
Let’s just stick with our own party,
I, Myself and Me.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey