One for the unloved

Here's one for the unloved
The quiet majority
Yeah she calls, she calls, she calls, she called on me
About the world upon her shoulders
'bout her absent deadbeat father
About the things he didn't tell her

She said
"You're such a sweet thing
And I thank you for listening"

Cause she keeps me on a list
Of pseudo suitor alternates
To be there at her beck and call
To raise her fragile confidence
And I'll
I'll be there in five minutes
Yeah, I'll be there in five

She caught me in the rain
Out collecting worms

And I said
"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me."

She said
"That's not true."

It's just one for the unloved
Two for the blow
From the hand to the heart to the oh-oh-oh
Oblivious heartbreaker

Cause she doesn't seem to realize
The crumbs of conversations that she tosses out like swatting at flies
Well they keep me alive
Yeah, they feed me for weeks
(and weeks and weeks and weeks)

Up on a corner of main
Second avenue
I'm going to find me
Something beautiful

Here's one for the unloved
Who allowed someone
To direct their self-esteem like an orchestra
Until all the swells and fades
Well, they're making you-
They made you nauseous

And I know, I know, I know, I know
This town can feel like the whole world
But it's not, and I'm sure
There's someone somewhere out there
Who holds the cup
Into which you can be be poured

So she wrote me a thank you card
And I wrote her a record