Bottom Dollar by Gutterhome published on 2013/05/28 20:38:21 +0000 If money could talk I'd be in trouble. I'd get lectured by my bottom dollar bill For all the times I've forced it up my nostril after using my bank card to powder pills. And if these walls could speak, I'd pray that they speak easy About the past mistakes that I have made. The girl in my bed who said she loved me, I ran away because I was afraid. And if these shoes could whisper they'd tell all my secrets. Late night walks and city blocks I stroll. The neighborhood down by the river. That's where she lived Tell me where'd she go. And if my heart could choose I think it'd quit it's beating. I don't think it can keep the pace no more. My brain would shut down, my lungs would stop breathing. Without her its got no one to beat for.