running up the debt on the American express
it is getting cut at the end of the month
so we might as well buy everything
and if they come and take it all from me
break down the door, rip from my bed the flannel sheets
that's okay, I never needed it from the beginning
"Alright," she said, "it'll be alright."

this is a one hundred and twenty thread count Egyptian cotton down
the winter is here to eat us alive,
freeze our selfish hearts and minds
might as well be calm while we sleep,
warm at least in our dreams
when I awake, I'll be dead center on a frozen lake
all I'll have gained will be a frost bitten face
$200 comforter or not, I still feel without purpose

"Maybe we should - we should get a new shower curtain..
just the liner isn't good enough anymore."
well it was never really that good
but when did you start to care about the unnecessary?
I spend a lot of time with you because I long to be a kid;
to never know the difference, to have never learned what this is
we are hardly civilians in a community,
more-so savage beasts of an economy
lost chickens running around without our heads
we've lost sight of what it means to be human:
to have one limb and no voice,
just Love to keep us alive
we are entitled, greedy, calculated, manipulative
Americans
a different breed