nothing new ever
just four walls coming closer just an inch more of ocean just a month to the broker
let’s do it your way, i’ll leave my books behind
use my shelves for your nikes, say goodbye to naomi klein
the only thing i’ve got to read is your mass market mind
my jokes are sad when i was funny
when i got mad you’d call me honey
can’t hear you now, i’ll just spend some money
nothing new ever
just old thoughts returning just old lust maturing just a noun re-verb-ing
let’s do it your way, i’ll leave my friends behind
we’ll do it my way in another space some other time
the pain of loving your heart that only takes
taught me how to pump my blood through a heart that never breaks
my jokes are sad when i was funny
when i got mad you’d call me honey
can’t hear you now, i’ll just spend some money
do i really change when i breathe out?
or is there some heavy thing
stuck at the bottom of my lungs
where i remain?
just four walls coming closer just four walls pushing further just an inch more of water just a drink then another just one more degree warmer just it all blowing over just us back to the start just me losing my heart just it all falling apart