Waste Of Space And Days

Every week I sleep at a different friend's house
those books I bought in school don't do me no good now
when I call my mom she just hangs up the phone
penniless and loveless, I need a job and a home
And Veronica don't answer my pages
since she got tired of me and my blue-collar wages
that business life just ain't for me
in a suit and a tie I'll never be free
I look really pale and I feel like a slob
but no matter how much I lose, my hope won't be robbed
everyday I make amends for my sinner's soul
maybe I'll get back home if I ever get whole
I don't ever buy a thing without knowin what it costs
I ride the D train, and just get off more lost
I answer ads for jobs that ain't for me
they say they'll call me back but just let me be
I eat here and there and sleep an hour a day
the pillow makes me think of the prices that I pay
I left school, it just left me wantin more
I never learned which doorknob was for my door
And I don't blame my mom and Veronica's right
I'm just a waste of space and days
and I just pray that before I'm through
I'll figure out what I want to do