Wealth And Cry - Bored Man Overboard
You feel the bruises on your heart
But they're not really there
Kiss your husband goodbye
And pretend you're lonely
In your mansion on the hill
You pull the curtains
Room turns black
And open up a bag
You breathe in now
Start screaming out
And writing it down
You feel the bruises on your heart
But you can't point them out
Re open the bag
Line up just the right amount
The children aren't home
In the dark room alone
You pick up what you just wrote
And add some more
Add some more lies
I see us
I see us falling down
And I can't catch us this time
I don't know what to do
I see us
I see our wealth and cry
'Cause it is not my fault
I need some time
To figure this out
