This intensity*
It's revealing to me between the lines
How much time spent worrying about nickels and dimes
It's time to make sense,
Committing a crime just to try and make it worthwhile
Meanwhile the mask you hide behind can't hide your eyes
Your disguise gets more revealing over time
Your sense of fashion is more reason to buy yourself a dime
Learn a few things
When it comes time to fly back to reality
And you find a passion for fashion
Maybe you can put on a different mask that don't look just like me
When the dollars and checks start flying out the door
And it don't make sense anymore
And you lost track of the score
Remember those nickels and dimes you found ways to sell
For a way to get your head around the lines and rhymes
This time
The lines are split in two
And there's nothing left for you to do
Except give them a sniffle and weep
While you lose control and cry yourself to sleep