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Where you working these days? What kinda master’s program you get into?
Don’t you remember all those fellowships that we would apply to
back when we used to go through the bottles of pills of Tylenol,
we worked on ourselves while everybody got stoned,
now I’m lost without you, baby, money come home.
Now that I’m staring down the ads on the subway, what got between us?
I know they don’t affect me but somehow I see you in each one.
My therapist tells me that I’m making progress to quit these dialogues
but past all the lingerie I see what others don’t,
now I’m lost without you, baby, money come home.
I’m lost without your simple grace, the symbols you would say to me,
I’m lost without the way you gave me place when I’m alone,
I’m lost when you’re not home, you’re money in my eyes.
We were the reasons for each other to keep on doing what we did
and all of the time we spent together on the things that we needed.
We never settled for compromise, I gave you my own kinda love
and you gave me back whatever it was that you had owed,
but now I’m lost without you, baby, money come home.
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