When we’re barely awake
And the heat of the day is weight 
I wait to sate my sorry longings for your rolling over

And yet, here I sweat
somehow familiar with needs that I never met
How does one so young [bad word] so fed up with hunger? 

No I know I
Know I know 
I’m safe from you want
No I know I
Know I know I 
got hallways I could haunt 
And I know it’s all for you
And I know it’s raining flaming sulfur fumes 

When we’re doused in the same flames
Burning without hesitating 
Wet beds spread with flesh that’s quenchless 
and I miss behavior 

No I know I
know I know I
want what you want
No I know I
Know I know I 
got hallways I could haunt 
And I know it’s all for you
And I know it’s raining flaming sulfur fumes 

Long days I spend in the businesses of
Low wage heavy with this listlessness so 
Don’t my dollars weight the same as any other?
Don’t that buy me rights to buy what I desire?