i have saved enough pain to get through the day
most shiny things are not worth the cost
truly, we squander the day, no refund or warranty
the merchantability of the experience varies
myself, i feel as if i’ve paid for priceless things
the story of it all truly does it no justice
(and the teeth of justice are loose in their sockets
nothing as cunning as the cold steel of logic)
all love is priceless, yet you claim to have a deed
vast sums of torment do we wish only to liquidate
sunbeams cannot be bought in such currency
we are hemorrhaging dreams like no yesterday
in my pocket the coined misery, desire’s pay
what story have i bought? at least it’s sad