Humble Me

He smelled like dirty cigarettes and rain

His eyes were blurred and untold

He often frowned at the ground in shame

And no one would ever know

I was too shy to ever catch his name

But I would talk to him slow

I liked to think that he'd be mine someday

And I wouldn't dare tell a soul

His fingertips were calloused

Cause he played guitar

But he didn't like to talk about it…

Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby