Feed my greed
green paper fees
show me what is feels like to stare at the world from above it
that space between in a room full of friendly faces
words of affirmation
play pretend at love
I have a knack for numbing
ask me what it's worth
with my hands stuck in my pockets
and my heart locked up with keys lost
next to the innocence I hate to set free
but the American Dream was calling
like a coward I fell in step
to join the herd of herds of herding
to a place where money grows on trees
as apples rot upon the ground
where the sky is full of blackness
the air we breath is stale
maybe with our heads stuck in the clouds
we will forget to be hungry
hang our hats up
honey I'm home.