Fake Flowers and Rugs

not her not my baby
a new scheme a new passion
with every breath
every god damn drag she takes is another fucking idea
goals
unwritten work
hopelessly dreaming in a cold world
nothing to offer her
she does what they say
and they say what she does
nothing
forever
how could she be this way
not our baby
not this girl of such beauty
she's beautiful
nothing is wrong when you have what others want
yeah and i want intelligence
you've got it babe
i want to seek something
to work for something
one day my love wont be handed to me
on a sterling silver platter
that got auctioned off for less than price of her love for it
along with all the pretty ponies
and horses we rode
all the little things
the little living things
those objects that were so meaningful to parties
worth less than our friendships
she comes back with the inheritance in a form of boxed wine
aged to the perfection of a gas station's beer
ripe and cold
ready for whatever it is you need
your life back
and you chose it
you chose to spend our food on meaningless items
unwanted by both the buyer and seller
but these cons that bind us
we're gettin' a deal
ladies and gentlemen
at least we're getting a FUCKING deal
clothes that dont fit me
but used to fit my neighbor
luxury in a rug
that gets shit on by the ones that make you more money
the dogs
the ones you loved more than your dishes of sterling silver
the same ones that were meant for me
those damn dishes destroyed me
they were there for my life
they mocked me
they shined and they gleamed and they rusted
and i cleaned them for you
no fuck no
not for you
for the idea of it
that idea that comes with every drag i take and turns into
nothing
nothing is what i have become and will become
if i dont get back those damn memories
i mean
those damn dishes