i pinch the skin of my belly, wishing it would shrink the way my spirit has since you broke me // into the two pieces of a scratched record, stuck on the same word // if i am hungry, it\'s just for love // trust // touch // a fingerprint would do, what a micro sign of affection but i\'ve bartered with less // if love is just a currency i know i\'ve fucked in the cocktail lounge for less // i swear i\'d take drugs from any stranger if it meant i could just feel less // so if it\'s money you want, it\'s in the cash register - you can have it all // i pinch myself again