To Dust

I don't make no money

I tell you nothing about that, so strange

I stand here with my tears rolling down

I turn my last note into change

Just one debt you start my day without you here

Point to me, I'll walk away, you disappear

Seems you cut deep, yes you cut cold

I've got nothing left here anymore

But I don't care,

The more I pay,

The less I feel

The money comes,

The money goes,

It's all the same

But I don't care,

The more you take,

The less I feel

The paper lines,

And worlds that are mine

What is this, we disappear

I want you to hold my hand and let go

I can't, I don't want to take control

Seems like you've forsaken up my mind

Crumbling to dust up my soul

But I don't care,

The more I pay,

The less I feel

The money comes,

The money goes,

It's all the same

But I don't care,

The more you take,

The less I feel

What is this

This stumbling

Till we disappear