To Dust

I don’t make no money

I tell you nothing about that’s so strange.

I stand here with my tears rolling down,

I tear my last note into change.

Just wanted to start my day, without you here,

point to me I’ll walk away, just disappear.

Seems you’ve cut deep yes you’ve cut cold.

I’ve got nothing left here anymore.

But I don’t care, the more I pay, the less I fear.

The money comes, the money goes, it’s all the same.

But I don’t care, the more you take, the less I feel.

The paper lines, and words that aren’t mine, what is this?

We disappear.

I want you to hold my hand and let go.

I can’t, I don’t want to take control.

Seems like you’ve forsaken up my mind,

crumbling to dust up my soul.

But I don’t care, the more I pay, the less I fear.

The money comes, the money goes, it’s all the same.

But I don’t care, the more you take, the less I feel.

What is this? We’re stumbling, ‘til we disappear.