I'm growing out my hair like it was when I was single
it was longer than I'd know you I had no money then I
had no worries then at all but with such a high
standard of living I just feel like I'm dying I would
start an argument but you can barely even talk but
there is always good reason for your silence you have
to take care of some business so I fix your plate and
I stay out of the way and you will stay like that
forever right in front of your computer you'll look up
one day but you won't recognize me so now you want to
change you read a letter from a lawyer want to take me
out to dinner want to bury me under a mound of shopping
bags like it would really make a difference or make up
for your disinterest I'm a bill you pay I'm a contract
you can't break and it is like I'm under water or on an
endless escalator I just go up and up but I don't ever
reach the top and it reads just like the bible twenty
centuries of scandal, I guess it all depends on how
you interpret it the word is love the word is loss the
words are damaged goods that I what I am a lifetime
gets chalked up to an experience coincidence we are
chained to the events that s it