Weights And Ties

I know it’s harder, the length from your shoulder
To your hungry eyes
To your bloated mind
The flower of Juda paints
Not a picture but a tasteless life
That I abide by

Who love has taken that razor sharp humour
That you used to wear in summer weather
Our labour to gather up strangers who grow bitter
From the weights and ties of love combined with wealth
If you want it, you should just ask for it

When love is now love through
All of the broken blades of grass
That stained your school blouse
When you need it, don’t feel desperate
We all need it the same as you do
When you need her, don’t just grab her
Now it’s clearer she don’t recognise you at all