No money
Now your always crying
Saying you can help me
You cannot

I guess you wasted all of it
Being a saint
People don't remember your name
After weeks
Disappearing in the city

The green turns brown
Not in our town

You got me spilling over
All my feelings
On the floor
the early morning
Hearing noises
From our empty heads
I can feel it from the
Back of my neck

Things only get worse
Before
Something very bad
Then happens

So now
Were both crying