all my fantasies are faking orgasms
they're only in it for the money i made up for them
i trade in ideas, opinions, and artistry
and my face is on every dollar
and dabbed at my thumb, which was bleeding for some reason
leaving a trail of red blossoms on the napkin
i felt sick and i didn't know what to do
how long would it be before i could face you?
i met you through the television screen
i fell in love with the guy smiling at the audience
and now this love is praecox feeling
and now this love is aspect dawning
because your lover is listening to music you don't know
and you're tangled up in the headphone wires
you know our problems, they don't end
just because we get boy/girlfriends
is this your salvation plan?
is this your salvation plan?
so all your friends are leaving town
you're hiding out in your parents' house
they wonder why you never go to church
hard to explain why it doesn't work