I look away, because you hurt me clueless to the bill.
Payment due soon and you’re empty handed as always.
Potential but you’ll never use it, too comfortable draining my energy.
At least I’ll die with a smile on my face because you got me.
No, I don’t feel this way but you swear I do.
Surprises. Changes. Warning. Strangers. Replacement.
Oh these bills you pretend pay themselves.
Cashing in my heart, draining its account.
You’ll be surprised soon, lost stability.