Maybe someday I’ll be able to pay for everything I’d need and everything you’d want.
Wish I could feel like I should, but what’s a man that can’t get by on his own hands.
Darling, hold me close. Tell me again how nothing matters. Fuck the rent, we’ll sleep outdoors. Remind me how good I feel, and that that’s all that’s real.
I’m going out again, in the light of day, with a sense of dread, a stack of resumes.
I know I need money all the time, and I’d give in for them to call some mine.
Darling, hold me close. Tell me again how nothing matters. Fuck the rent, we’ll sleep outdoors. Remind me how good I feel, and that that’s all that’s real.
That that’s all that’s real.