I'm growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
But with such a high standard of living
I just feel like I am dying
I would start an argument but you can barely even talk
But there is always good reason for your silence
You have to take care of some business
So I fix your plate and I stay out of the way
And you will stay like that forever
Right in front of [bad word] 
You’ll look up one day, but you won’t recognize me

So now you want to change
You read a letter from a lawyer
Want to take me out to dinner
Want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags
Like it would really make a difference
Or make up for your disinterest
I’m a bill you pay, I’m a contract you can’t break
And it is like I’m underwater
Or on an endless escalator
I just go up and up, but I don’t ever reach the top
And it reads just like the Bible
Twenty centuries of scandal
I guess it all depends on how you interpret it

The word is love
The word is loss
The words are damaged goods
That I what I am
lifetime gets chalked up to an experience
Coincidence, we are chained to the events, that's it