I know it’s harder the length from your shoulder
To your hungry eyes to your bloated mind
The flower of Juda paints not a picture
But a tasteless life that I abide by
Who love has taken that razor-sharp humour
That you used to wear in summer weather
Our labor to gather up strangers who grow bitter
From the weight and ties of love combined
With wealth
If you want it
You should just ask for it

When love is no love through all of the broken 
Blades of grass that stained your school blouse
When you need it
Don’t feel desperate
We all need it
The same as you do

When you need her
Don’t just grab her
Aye it’s clearer that she don’t recognize you at all