A Little Bit Of Sunshine

There are many many times I've contemplated death in the mirror Called it over for dinner to discuss negotiations: Time, place, severity? But she's never liked my terms And I prefer it that way

What else do you want from me that isn't already dripping from your lips Enclosed, caged in your fists? I lie...a miserable puddle on the floor. You lie...lapping it all up. We lie. Pretending it's enough. Am I just a gaping hole while you pick the pockets of my soul? I want to know. Where will you go when I'm all out of change?