Sidewalk Saint With A Switchblade

Sidewalk Saint With A Switchblade

I played sidewalk saint for years
handing out advice like free cigarettes on corners you only hit when you were low
Patched your fights, walked you home
listened to you sob about people who never once showed up to your gig
You called me brother, called me solid
then vanished when the crowd came sniffing after your latest buzz
Suddenly my number went silent while you posed with fake friends and called this loyalty.