How Much for This -

For the premises that you have found

The feelings that weren’t aroused

The ties you had in your plans

And the times you’d rather spend

In your own home

You’re the same as I

Oh oh why

For the days you couldn’t decide

What’s the heavier weight in your life

This weary thinking device

Or the bags you carry under your eyes

You’re my endoscope

Oh oh hope

Oh I don’t want to be around

When you’re done making sound

Off my own bat with the rads

Mourning the only match

That was there for me

Oh I do long for you

And every now and then

Heaven is but a hand

So say, how much for this young girl?

I don’t want the whole

Oh please no not at all

So say, how much?

Say don’t you want to be with me

And become early retirees

Living off the lowest wage

Up until the highest age

Oh humbug

I smother every lover

We’re doomed to die alone

And I bristle and I moan

Wondering who will succumb

In my foramen magnum

Dagger me

All you wishful thoughts

And every now and then

Heaven is but a hand

So say, how much for this?

I don’t want the whole

Oh please no not at all

So say, how much for this?