I don't live here I'm only camping On this planet I didn't plan it Yet I feel the need to explain it As the plaintiff To the sheriff Imposing tariffs
Money is their concern While my emotions burn They are somewhat surviving At the price of dying That's the cost of lying It makes us stop trying Only commodity buying While silently sighing And violently frying Through fruitless searches No matter what we purchase Or how much we spend The gripping grief never ends When there are no hands to lend
There are no problems with these items When we willingly refuse to sight them They are from where our problems erupt For we neglectfully allow them to disrupt The connections that our hearts yearn for And our wallets burn for When we spend our emotions on inanimate objects To avoid the intangible subject Of love
We're frightened of phantoms A life heightened by tandem Is not in the cards We buy for each other They don't begin to cover The way we feel They are a shield For our true emotions Objects can't evoke one Yet that's our language for expression Consumerism acts as our lethal injection