Nothing

His bag was as close to me 
  As the memory of his father and me 
  But he moved it away before 
  I had the chance to look into it at all 
  His reaction was an eye full 

  But I still had my mouth full 
  And I couldn't tell the truth 
  We had everything to loose 

  So I stood on a cigarette 
  And decided we hadn't finished yet 
  I should tell him before I forget 
  I'm surprised he hasn't guessed it yet 

  Take your pity and sympathy 
  'Cos there is nothing wrong with me 

  The crutch of his wrinkled hand 
  Clutched my spine and 
  it wrecked me fine 
  Black fingernails dug in 
  I was wrenching and he cracked a grin 
  I was frail I was painfully thin 
  I never found my safety net 

  Take your pity and sympathy 
  'Cos there is nothing wrong with me