How Much for This

For the premises that you have found
The feelings that weren’t aroused
The ties you had in your plans
And the times you’d rather spend
In your own home
You’re the same as I
Oh oh why
For the days you couldn’t decide
What’s the heavier weight in your life
This weary thinking device
Or the bags you carry under your eyes
You’re my endoscope
Oh oh hope
Oh I don’t want to be around
When you’re done making sound
Off my own bat with the rads
Mourning the only match
That was there for me
Oh I do long for you
And every now and then
Heaven is but a hand
So say, how much for this young girl?
I don’t want the whole
Oh please no not at all
So say, how much?
Say don’t you want to be with me
And become early retirees
Living off the lowest wage
Up until the highest age
Oh humbug
I smother every lover
We’re doomed to die alone
And I bristle and I moan
Wondering who will succumb
In my foramen magnum
Dagger me
All you wishful thoughts
And every now and then
Heaven is but a hand
So say, how much for this?
I don’t want the whole
Oh please no not at all
So say, how much for this?