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Funny thing about money for sex You might get rich, but you die by it

And your ship may be coming in You're weak, but not giving in And you'll fight it You'll go out fighting all of them

And if the sky opened up and they let you in And gave you a formal invitation Would you go? You can work from home

And at the wake, I waited around To see my ex first love And I barely recognized her But I knew exactly what she was thinking of

And the weight is crushing down On my lungs, I know I can't breathe And hope someone will save me this time

And Rob says, "You love, love, love And then you die..."

And your mother's still calling you Insane and high Swearing it's different this time

I drove for hours on bad directions I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention

Indifferent, but distanced perfectly Projected endlessly It's so fuckin' beautiful

I never felt so wicked As when I willed our love to die

If you go, I think I might Lose it all together

If you want better things I want you to have them

'Cause we'll all be portions for foxes Yeah, we'll all be portions for foxes

And Morgan says, "Maybe love won't let you down All of your failures are training grounds"

And all of those old memories You could push 'em out and prep yourself For brand new information

I keep you close In my wildest dreams

But he's distant and you found him On the phone pleading, saying "Baby, I love you, and I'll leave her And I'm coming out to California"

And I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it

And you're better off for leaving Yeah, you're better off for leaving

I hope that you die tonight Just close your eyes, there goes the light