Currently attempting to unfreeze my socks on a gas stove

Feel the wind sigh as it pets the grass,

Luminous at night without a final pass,

Waver at the cliff with a fading laugh,

Time is passing faster than the sanda in the glass

Summer is a breeze and winter isn't easy

Autumn ain't for lovers and the spring rains freely

Wonder when the words will wake me up from sleeping

Will I know what's real and if it's worth believing

Cuz my world is one of satin and some cushioned chairs

Peeling back the bloody fabric layer by layer

Wash it off with sawdust and an unused flare

Watch it conflagrate under the moon we share

She's playing a song about a business man

Working hard, making love as best as he can

His ring is on a digit on his calloused hand

While hers is buried somewhere on her family's land.

Cause nothing in the world belongs to me,

I missed out on the global loving spending spree

And if what's left of that isn't free

Then I'm all mine, all mine.