Re: Money - Dani Shay

Yellow leaves are falling from the trees as the wind blows

And the raindrops rearrange themselves on the windows of your car

Racing fast past the gas station, you’re running on 'E'

And you’re out of patience and money

Isn’t it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper?

Like

We’re standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I

I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I’m

I’m living within four walls that someone else created

Blue is the color of an infinite sky, partly covered by clouds

And city structures that stand up to two miles high

You press your shirt for work since you’re expected to blend right in

Now you’re just waiting for this day to end

Isn’t it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper?

Like

Standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I

I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I’m

I’m living within four walls that someone else created

Little boxes on the hillside

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky

Little boxes on the hillside

And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses

All went to the university

Where they were put in boxes

And they came out all the same

Oh, there are doctors and lawyers

And business executives

And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky

And they all look just the same, just the same

Red lips and shaven faces pave the roadways to success and respect

You balance you want with what you think is best

What can you afford?

How much can you save?

Fuck what you love, how can you get paid?

Stuck like a rock in a hard place

Is there any way out?

Is there?

Isn’t it funny how our biggest barricades are made of paper?

Like

We’re standing inside the walls of a salt and pepper shaker, I

I find it a little unreal and I feel incarcerated, I’m

I’m living within four walls that someone else created