So, because they are lyrics and song a certain way, they don't perfectly adhere to a clean poetic structure but idk I wanted to share a piece that wasn't super personal so... here. _____________ Kill the poor and call it economics; depict their deaths in funny little comics, right before the obituaries. I’m so fu cking broke its scary. Cut my throat when your daddy cut you off. Your hopes explode like a burning molotov. Kiss me and your trust fund goodbye. How will you pay for your castle in the sky? I’ve got my money tied up in accounts overseas. The kicker here is that they don’t belong to me. All my fu cking money goes to corrupt companies who store my cash in foreign banks by the sea, so, tell me the worth of the mess I’ve come to be. Kill my dreams and call it growing up. Drink my whiskey from a dinosaur cup. Remember when you used to love me? Now, you put your cash above me. Cut your tongue on your own sharp insults. Who the fu ck allowed us to be adults? Paying for room with our calloused hands- Living a life we can’t fully understand. I’ve got my money tied up in accounts overseas. The kicker here is that they don’t belong to me. All my fu cking money goes to corrupt companies who store my cash in foreign banks by the sea, so, tell me the worth of the mess I’ve come to be. Kill anyone who tells you that it’s not about all of the luxuries you’ve got even if they only serve as a distraction rather than any sort of real satisfaction. Cut my heart right out of my chest. Booze + cash leave me at third best. I’ve come to find I can’t afford your heart but at least your body was a start. I’ve got my money tied up in accounts overseas. The kicker here is that they don’t belong to me. All my fu cking money goes to corrupt companies who store my cash in foreign banks by the sea, so, tell me the worth of the mess I’ve come to be.