Vultures circling slowly as our love staggers through the desert;
Animals no longer striking curious poses, they're more comfortable now;
Little words whispered into shell-like ears usually now about money;
Exit signs looming redly over every door, are they beckoning?;
Night time is just the dark version of day time;
Tasks completed: the true measure of commitment to our relationship;
Interminable discussions leading to nothing, blind alleys always the destination;
No one knows why I drag myself through my day;
Elevator goes up, elevator goes down, no one ever gets off....
(no sir, I'm just playing, yo it's all still love)