You don't know me, he said And tapped his tambourine head I am so lonely, You thought you could swallow me And then safe inside of you, perhaps I'd build a home Like Geppetto trapped, carved a nest out of whale bone You don't know me, He said to the shooting star The only thing worse than blacking out Is waking up just where you are I don't belong to anyone, I don't belong to anything I put my breath into my song, keep my death in front of me Forgive me if you can For reaching out with a phantom hand I am a broken bottle behind the stadium Far from the corn and wheat, Far from the swaying trees I know the wind must have its way with anything that thinks it's free You don't know me, He said to the swinging door You used to look like Montgomery Clift, he reminded the mirror I know how you got so sick, The mirror hypothesized, But he'd already turned his back and then he rolled his eyes