Hoping You'Re Doing Okay

Crawling hours, drilling your teeth
You sweat through all of your clothes
Tossed off South 16th street
With some friend you don't wanna know

Pull your sleeves down, though, it is 93 degrees
'Cause it's not the way that you are
It's what they wanna see, oh Lord

I still hope your name don't appear
In some obituary
I know it's so unclear
When you've begged so long on bruised knees

Couldn't feel
Couldn't convince myself I was real
'Cause it's not the way that you are
It's what they wanna see, oh Lord

Could you see?
Were you conscious as they packed to leave?
'Cause it's not the way that you are
It's what you wanna be, don't go

No, it's not the way that you are
It's what you soon will be
Don't go