Cash In

metaphorical

With every transaction, theres a price to be paid.

The registers now full, but your throwing dollars at it anyway

And I’d like to think you’d have it all figured, my friend

But your receipts keep piling up with nothing to show on em

A hoarder of lost emotions

Frequent freak outs and commotions

It says eviction on your back

But you didn’t see the notice

Debt collectors on attack

Can’t spin your head around like that

Luckily and trustfully I’m looking out for you

Many letters I have sent

But I’m thinking they got lost somewhere with bills and your rent

Let me spread paint onto your walls before you have to move away

Ill build a gracious landscape;

You can build a hope, pretend to stay

I can’t bail you out of this one, but I may have to,

 would be glad to,

All the money in the world wouldn’t equal any piece of you.

But you can’t believe the rumors that they want you out for good

Unself- supported selfishness

Related to your helpness

I tell him I’m an expressionist impressionist

Painting parcels of my his life on my canvas

I tell him everythings alright,

Theres a solution to the conclusion

Sell everything you have honed

To earn the right back to your home.

Your frugal but forgiving

You like me have right to living.