Ghosts for Hire - The Standard

Take back your contributions, the constant never-ending

And understand the institutions, but you’re divorced before you’re married

Let the educated go, because the money’s gone

As the daily day is helped by one you forgot

And there’s no more work, no more drugs

No more sleepless nights with wandering trust

No more fashion, no more debt

No more decisions to be made about what will come next

And the circling stopped, roundabout the matter

When I began to hold with those who fake their fire

To burn brightly away, as the world expires

In an atmosphere filled with ghosts for hire

Where there’s no more weight, no more pressure

No more anxiety about distances not measured

No more bodies, no more obsessing

No more question about whose time I will be spending