Paycheck by Linying

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 your tragedies 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 out smaller than you claimed
so let's just go make other plans