To say we didn't have cause Would be among the utmost wrongs I'd allow We did not feed them They did not protest We paid them pitifully They did not protest To say they were a burden That's only right We'd allow them Right is a fraud We allow ourselves Our right is a fraud We allow others To our right is a fraud We allow among ourselves To right it feels wrong We don't allow others To say we are more than ourselves Is less than I'd allow is our right

An advertisement told me it loved me last Tuesday I didn't change the channel, close the window, or stroll away I crawled down my tunnel vision at its brightly fashioned colours I entered the open sea exploring the attention of some other My midnights roll by talking to robots who can't capitalize correctly They're warm and lonely and single and don't use article adjectives effectively I ask if I can borrow their credit card too and why not and they can't defend But sometimes it'd be pretty to pretend Someone has the time to pay me Even when it means they'd lose a buck or a few They could win me from above just by looking down and listening If they would waive the fee maybe I could too I'd spoon out good money to hear someone say what I'm thinking To convince me I'm not alone holding jewelry under the sink and Liking the look when they get rust on them, cause they're mine and I know them best Got a different view of value, and I know that makes me worth less I stay on an old stage, playing to people who can't tell what I say They cheer me on but there's no one ain't been here all along My optics are myopic, but I can't get closer to see If someone can look at themselves less being busy looking at me Someone has the time to pay me Even when it means they'd lose a buck or a few They could win me from above just by looking down and listening If they would waive the fee maybe I would too I fill out fantasies on forms I know I won't submit I'll choose a chance to be tortured but I won't purchase something intimate I think we all know that it's sick to want something you can buy If it's mine you can give it to me but it's best to let other people's dogs lie I'd like to be watched through a window to see if anyone would come in to shop I'd know then I didn't miss anything and no one's a reason not to turn the light off My complaining is a way of trying my minutes to fix it Even though no free person can front the cost of a ticket Someone has the time to pay me Even when they'd lose a buck or a few They could win me from above just by looking down and listening If they could waive the fee maybe I would too Someone has the time to pay me Even when it means they'd lose a buck or a few They could win me from above just by looking down and listening If they would waive the fee maybe I could too

My affection's on sale Everything must go There's no business that doesn't close And no currency that doesn't flow I'm finally retiring Everything must go All that goes is going to stop We all can't be trusted To head out Uninterrupted I can't go on Uninterrupted Words get cheaper as they Dissipate Ideas become hard To integrate But they are tied up though they Dissipate

Sections of seconds pass by individually As I try to let the pains be past I hold a vigil for memories I can't fast off Vestiges of thoughts I felt ephemerally Frustration and hope I pushed on people Who stay tinged and tainted Seeping through nights I may sleep Dream captures kept and drained My actions remain actual Air stabbed, glanced, or feinted Manacles mastered and managed Still limitations are stowed Attempting finds of pride in parts I hated If I could forgive myself I could forget all of everyone of you Confused templates tacit in expectation

If our car had tires I would use them To drive us apart It's brutish to love so quiet To distend My heart so far Imagine me when I find work When someone thinks I'm worth The pence to pay I could be like the others Someone could love me through The end of the day Throw me away Throw me away The house could use the space Toss me out My room would look much nicer that way I've outstayed my welcome God told me so Through your tired hands Silence heals so seldom I'll leave below The sounds of the fan The blades will face those empty Corners With nothing to cool I won't waste the bedsheets Or see the ceiling Being so cruel Throw me away Throw me away The house could use the space Toss me out My room would look much nicer that way How can I live if it's not making you live How can I live if it's not helping you live How can I live if it's not easier to live for you How can I live when I have nothing to give to you How can I live when I'm not helping you live How can I live if it's not making you live How can I live if it's not helping you live How can I live if it's not easier to live for you How do I live when I have nothing to give to you How do I live when I'm not helping you live I'm not helping

Someone has the time to pay me Even when it means they'd lose a buck or a few They could win me from above just by looking down and listening If they would waive the fee maybe I could too