Prioritize the purchases

Fist clench the receipts that

Keep you accountable

That make your life make sense, to make cents

I have this so I am this

I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same

You'll hide your heart

In department store, revolving doors

I hope it turns around on you

Into a second chance, a second chance

And as the floor boards break apart

I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same

These things won't mean anything

To break you down

And as the last light goes out

I tried to warn you but it always turns out the same

These things won't mean anything

I have this so I am this

As the life span is replaced by duplicated dreams

It seems the only outcome is ownership

Until you finally belong to your belongings

And you realize, this is it, and sit, and watch yourself disappear

Replace these things, know in your heart that

These things don't mean anything