You ask why do I carry a pushpin in my pocket
You ask why do I carry A knife behind my ear
You ask why do I carry an overcoat over my shoulders
You ask why do I carry Pain of a thousand souls on my back
You ask me why I carry why a notebook and pen
You ask me why I do all these things
All the regret and shame I carry
And what do I answer
I do it because I can't have you
