You come to me often,
Talking to me like you need advice,
Waiting for my reaction you won’t get.
I look at you without feelings,
I am not allowed to tell you bad things,
Or, even good things either.
Can I tell you a secret,
I know where your warts and all,
Yeah, you showed them to me.
I am no good to you broken,
You won’t see yourself clearly,
I am the bad luck you don’t need.