You're a kid with a cane and old soul   I see you sit by yourself as people come and go   You are alone and there's a clerk at the cafe with mixed signs on his face   He tries to be police but always argues with me, I give him a hard time      I see the kid with the dreads 10 feet long outside smoking cloves   He's a transparent casualty of society   The boy's broken heart and battle scars   Are on his sleeve      They're in my life   But they're strangers      He never follows the sings he is given   He never answers my questions alone   He tells me how busy he is   I'm too opinionated to care for      He reads and writes like its oxygen   He spends his days as an intellectual      He ponders on the hillside with his dog   I keep forgetting to tell him to leave      He's in my life   But he's a stranger   You're in my life   But you're a stranger      We never made it together alive   We hardly knew there was anything there   We fought all day 'til the night fell on our hearts    I always forgave and forgot the attacks      I should have followed closely to his steps   I stopped giving a shit yesterday   I don't think I'm losing anything now   He never got to know me anyway      You're in my life   But you're stranger   You're in my life   But you're a stranger   Just as much as they are