Nothing Left To Steal

I don’t have too much,
But I’ve got just enough,
And I don’t need much more,
I don’t need much at all.

You might take these long days,
But I’ll keep these tired nights,
You might call this living,
But I’m not sure you’re right.

You may think you own me,
You may think that was our deal,
But you can’t take more than I have,
There’s nothing left here to steal.

I hate the concrete under my feet,
I hate the endless flights of stairs,
I hate these humming, buzzing lights,
And I hate the thick, suffocating air.

These old shoes gather weight,
With each and every step I take,
Kick them off, throw them away,
I need to escape this place.

You may think you own me,
You may think that was our deal,
But you can’t take more than I have,
There’s nothing left here to steal.

Swept into the raging rapids,
Dragged under by the show,
Gasping with each desperate stroke,
It’s the only life we know.

Corporate lies fool glassy eyes,
Broken promises in their place,
Insanity alive far and wide,
Caught up in this crazy rat race.

Desperation colours this weathered face,
My fists are clenched and they shake,
This is my lot, like it or not,
And it’s more than I can take.

Wake up! Come on and wake up,
Open up your tired eyes.
Get up! Come on and get up,
Don’t let another moment slip by.

Speak up! Come on and speak up,
Let your voice be heard.
Change it! Come on and change it,
Let this whole place burn!

You may think you own me,
You may think that was our deal,
But you can’t take more than I have,
There’s nothing left here to steal.

You may think you own me,
You may think that was our deal,
But you can’t take more than I have,
There’s nothing left here to steal.