I lack the love you receive from someone else
So I find that missing love in other people
Sucking out the loving memory they had of another and keeping it for myself
That's the only way I really feel loved
Even though the men are old and their breath is sour
I kiss them with a hungry passion searching for love
Drying them out to nothing
Maybe I shouldn't be so cruel
But I know I need it more then they do
Standing on the corner of D and 2nd
Waiting for them to drive by in their old rusty pickups
Hoping that I will make some change to put in the bank
And when they come I love them and remind them what living is like
Although the love is not completely honest its the best I could give
No one every understood why I stayed on that corner
They knew what I did but could never understand
They couldn't understand why I loved nameless men
Or the fact that no one truly loved me
I think they never tried to understand
Why I spend so many drunken nights alone
Then head down to D and 2nd and hope to get picked up
Why I let the nameless men treat me bad
But I guess they weren't meant to understand
Once I saved up enough money for my nightly pick ups
I bought a sleek black motorcycle
With a shine so perfect I could see my reflection
And I rode like hell
I didn't know where I was going but I knew not to stop riding.