End.

I'm growing out my hair like it was when I was single
it was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then I had no worries then
at all
but with such a high standard of living I just feel like I am dying
I would start an argument but you can barely even talk
but there is good reason for your silence
you have to take care of some business
so I fix your plate and I stay out of the way
and you will stay like that forever
right in front of your computer
you'll look up one day but you won't recognize
me

so now you want a change -
you read a letter from a lawyer
want to take me out to dinner
want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags
like it would really make a difference
or make up for your disinterest
I'm a bill you pay I'm a contract you can
break
and it is like I'm under water or on an endless escalator
I just go up and up but I don't ever reach the top
and it reads just like the bible - twenty centuries of scandal -
I guess it all depends on how you interpret it
the word is love?
the word is loss
the words are damaged goods
that's what I am
a lifetime gets chalked up to an
experience
coincidence
we are chained to the events
but that's it
(desaparecidos)