Luther Monday & The Magic Hammer: Music

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Almost no one

After work it’s dinner at her mother’s.
Her desk is clean, she hasn’t much to say
Her cubicle seems beiger than the others
Her car is gray,

The lamp beside her bed begins to flicker
Alone again, her day’s already done
It seems as if her shell is getting thicker
It weighs a ton.
It blocks the sun.
She thinks some thoughts of mad, impulsive fun
But it’s only through her mind these thoughts will run
She’s almost no one

When she talks, her voice begins to taper
And no one seems to talk to her at all
She blends in with the flowers on the paper
On the wall.

She has a secret crush but it’s a secret
It’s not like there’s someone with whom she could share
His picture, she had asked if she could keep it.
He didn’t care, It wasn’t fair
How readily he combed her from his hair
You’d never know she’s hurting, by her stare
She’s almost not there.

It blocks the sun.
It weighs a ton.
She thinks some thoughts of mad, impulsive fun
But it’s only through her mind these thoughts will run
She’s almost no one.