i think it's probably the idea
of such blatant goodness
that really draws me in
i know happiness will linger
where he walks
so i'll follow
because it's that kind of happiness
that i need.

i drop a coin in the slot
at the crown of my head

it tumbles to my feet and
rattles like a safety pin on a key ring

i've been slipping in pennies
for years and still
they never seem to pile up.

what about him fills the hole in my heart?
why was there a hole in my heart anyway?
why do i get so cold over here?

it's a battle between
the painting and the profit
and we're all looking for
a little change.

i am so heavy
string tied to my rib cage
like the delicate bow of my lips
behind the bars it’s ice
and behind my teeth it’s dry

an entire universe
is spiral bound
and waiting for me to finally
take some responsibility

sometimes i have to spend the night doing nothing
it’s sad but it’s honest
i can’t tell if i’m lonely or hungry

i think i have an appetite
for misfortune