Black Economy

Oh well, you don't believe in the afterlife
Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket
Out to the city on a Friday night
Drink all your paycheck accordingly
Stare at the fuzzy lights adoringly
Talk about your idiosyncrasies
Reference yourself to university
Give all the best things a bad rap
Drape your insecurities in glad wraps
Shop at an overpriced emporium
Marinade your insides with chloroform

And it's an apt economy we share
Trading all of my impossible wishes
For your every single care
You can sew me with your neat little stitches
I still think it's pretty rad
We're both throwing our punches like we mean it
After every single year in the dark
Right here in the dark

Oh well, you don't believe in the afterlife
Take all your little shiny eggs in a basket
Out to the city on a Sunday night
Slop all your paycheck accordingly
Gape at the fuzzy lights adoringly
Talk about your sorrows with apathy
Reference yourself to the catastrophe
Give all the best things a bad rap
Colour in your fear with the maddest black
Shop in a shadowy restroom
Bless yourself, bow your head, and dress your wounds

And it's a black economy we share
Trading all of my impossible wishes
For your every single care
Go on, sew me with your neat little stitches
I still think it's pretty rad
We're both throwing our punches like we mean it
After every single year in the dark
Right here in the dark