you tell me theres things money cant buy
and thats right,
but can you tell me it isn't a delight,
to be surrounded by all the things you like?

and aah
usually i'm empty
usually i want things to end
the stupid little things i buy are the
things that prevent me
from feeling that way again

things that feel?
things that are real?
things with a heart that you can steal?
things with hidden motives they conceal?
i don't see the appeal
it's not my ideal