I can feel a warmth
Around your belly
Meaning mineness.

I bathed in a billionaire's bath
And the bubbles were soft as currency.

I am a metaphor
Is a metaphor
Is a statement
Is the truth.

When did you become
Part of the mess I left
Around our room
With your bed
And the portrait mirror
Hung a foot too low?

I told myself
it'd be all right
I'd pay it back
before you even noticed
it was gone
but I should have
known myself
better
I hate myself
My life's a mess
I'm overdrawn on friends
and can't dig myself out
of this hole called debt...

You gave me
all the tools I needed
To be free
And all I had to do was work
Honestly
But I didn't /And I will

Next time.

I soon got tired of
Getting up at the crack of
Three or four in the afternoon.

Well
After a while
A decade or two.