I don't want anything anymore Pay close attention to what I need and what I've lost I worry that I may just, I may die poor Create affection for what gives speed and what junk I should toss Morning talk shows, Christ they, they leave me bored Control suspension by sipping tea with my legs crossed I am making pen marks on my door Radio station anomalies drive down the cost I've suffered through the worst jobs of my life To gain some narrow apology, I don't accept Our love's in California, so say goodbye To your city's safe economy, and hello to debt I can't ignore the things you want sometimes Wisdom stands up logically, but crashed with sex The fast and young cannot withstand and I won't try To find insightful symmetry in my next step