Paycheck

You're going blind, you're getting pissed
Night after night you're like, "decipher this"
I know I'm fifteen in your head
I know it's fizzling like you said
So let it bother me instead
Think you were promised something more
Some treasure after tragedies before (before, before, before)
A couple hours to the top
I never stopped until you stopped
Now that's one paycheck out the door
You were heaven-sent in my head
But God knows the glory you've seen
You can let it fall in your lap
You can say it's not what you mean
I won't make a scene
At least we're shaking our hands
At least I think I'll feel something like this again
And anyway your picture frames
Turned smaller than you claimed
So let's just go make other plans
You were heaven-sent in my head
But God knows the glory you've seen
You can let it fall in your lap
You can say it's not what you mean
I won't make a scene