I m growing out my hair like it was when I was single it was longer than I d know you I had no money then I had no worries then at all but with such a high standard of living I just feel like I m dying I would start an argument but you can barely even talk but there is always good reason for your silence you have to take care of some business so I fix your plate and I stay out of the way and you will stay like that forever right in front of your computer you ll look up one day but you won t recognize me so now you want to change you read a letter from a lawyer want to take me out to dinner want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags like it would really make a difference or make up for your disinterest I m a bill you pay I m a contract you can t break and it is like I m under water or on an endless escalator I just go up and up but I don t ever reach the top and it reads just like the bible twenty centuries of scandal, I guess it all depends on how you interpret it the word is love the word is loss the words are damaged goods that I what I am a lifetime gets chalked up to an experience coincidence we are chained to the events that's it