I’ll never see you boney face,
or get to feel your hunger pains.
Instead I’ll play familiar games -
drink and smoke those thoughts away

Why do you treat me so unkind?
Ruin my day from time to time.
take the meaning from my lines
rob my faith in a pure design.

What would you think of this here house?
The dollar bills I toss around?
What would you say about the frown,
from a girl that comes and gets me down?

So I’ll toss time at a screen
and still not feel a single thing.
Oh God what could you think of me?
I’m selfish and even worse I am weak.

I know you’ll rest your head tonight,
to dream of water, warmth, and rice.
Only I can hear your quivering plight,
but not right now, it’s time to get high.

All that I’ve got is this rich white guilt,
but indulgent feelings won’t pay your bills.
I am owned by rich white guilt,
Try to forget so I can’t sit still.
A spoiled boy with rich white guilt,
the only thing I’ve ever felt.
All I am is rich white guilt,
and you’re the one that it will ****.