My Name is Sam, and I am hollow.
So, you can blame your fault on me.
You can accuse me, call me names, and watch me watch you from the shadow.
Not because I am incapable of understanding your intentions, or the fact that you are shallow,
but because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.
Like when I am dragging myself over the crosswalk to go home after seeking refuge in the emergency room of a hospital for wanting to put out my light,
and you have made an error in choosing your lane
and are blocking the car behind that is honking to complain,
and you shout at me "Move your ass" twice to pressure me to run, so that you can change your lane right behind the traffic light.
Like when there is still 8 seconds left from my green light,
and you misuse a mano a borsa and shout at me like a person in the right,
and I just watch you.
Probably because I always find it hard to understand how life can be accommodating and even generous with those like you.
But most likely because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.
It is not because I don't want to respond, or I can't understand you for the person that you are.
It is because by the time I analyze the situation and figure the depth of your selfishness, you will be long gone,
relieved of your anger and archiving the memory as the fault of a lazy bum.
It is because by the time I categorize you as a successful businessman, you will be on the highway enjoying your loud music and reigning the world with your unlimited arrogance.
It is because by the time I finalize scanning the experience for my mistakes and find none,
you will have reached the conclusion that the mistake was mine,
and will have carried on with your life, unchanged and guilt-free.
All because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.
So, you can blame your fault on me.
You can accuse me, call me names, and watch me watch you from the shadow.
Not because I am incapable of understanding your intentions, or the fact that you are shallow,
but because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.
Like when I am dragging myself over the crosswalk to go home after seeking refuge in the emergency room of a hospital for wanting to put out my light,
and you have made an error in choosing your lane
and are blocking the car behind that is honking to complain,
and you shout at me "Move your ass" twice to pressure me to run, so that you can change your lane right behind the traffic light.
Like when there is still 8 seconds left from my green light,
and you misuse a mano a borsa and shout at me like a person in the right,
and I just watch you.
Probably because I always find it hard to understand how life can be accommodating and even generous with those like you.
But most likely because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.
It is not because I don't want to respond, or I can't understand you for the person that you are.
It is because by the time I analyze the situation and figure the depth of your selfishness, you will be long gone,
relieved of your anger and archiving the memory as the fault of a lazy bum.
It is because by the time I categorize you as a successful businessman, you will be on the highway enjoying your loud music and reigning the world with your unlimited arrogance.
It is because by the time I finalize scanning the experience for my mistakes and find none,
you will have reached the conclusion that the mistake was mine,
and will have carried on with your life, unchanged and guilt-free.
All because my name is Sam, and I am hollow.