Is there rehab for a workaholic?
I think of it and frolic, forcing little thoughts of my feeble mind to flip and *****.
I wish that I could cherish little moments before they're gone
And have the verbal verbosity of a love song
Long lost in these words ; fire to my c4
Sunset to the sea shore
That's my work to me but I  see
Love through a peephole
Tenacity is feeble and my patience is unfaithful
I think my money tree
must be my rehab
Yea, I can sleep when I'm dead
In my head I can hear
Voices asking me for bread
Fantasizing bout my death and how I lived along instead
Where's the money, gimme that
Cash, credit, bonds and stacks
Cash, credit, bonds and stacks wll take away a ***** life.
Workaholic