Got up to turn the pages
Let up so I can burn my wages
I spend time like Its money and I am a Forbes CEO
Just when I think I can supersede myself the confusion begins to glow like an expected sunset on the drive home
I smile at an elderly woman leaving a tacky hotel wedding in a wheelchair, cheap dress draped with an oversized man's coat
It's cold in Philly
And the sharp bending wind whips my soul
Like a favorite eerie movie I inevitably watch again we fight on the phone and you say it's everything that I've done
I sit down with my coffee and smoke a cigarette
I don't gamble with numbers - but the chances I get
Far away in a jet soon to tel aviv
banks' charge conversion rates for currency
the door opens and closes
the places my heart goes when I remember you have to say yes before you can learn to say no