You’re Not Somebody

If we were to meet again

I’d yell and beat my breast

Who the hell do you think you are?

You’re nobody, just like me –so stop

You’re not any better than I am

so don’t sing it to the rooftop.

If we were to meet again

I’d flash my face in yours and scream

It’s lonely at the top of a pile of nobodies

croaking that you’re somebody unique

beating your own drum, rat-a-tat-tat

for the invisible audience that you seek.