I'm not a faceless, not a racist, not a fracture
I'm not a whore, wanting more, I'm not a fraction
I'm not your teacher, not your preacher, not your hometown
I'm not an able on your table, not your background
I'm not obtuse, or some excuse, I'm not an open door
I'm not your killer, got my filler, now I want some more
I'm not a lover to another, not a stereotype
I'm not a rock through your window on a cold night
I'm not a book, I'm not a hopeless, not an artist
I'm not a painter, not a poet, I'm just short words
They try to get you, try to keep you, try to pin you down
Another gun under the table and a long walk home