Relative Surplus Value

Find the airport, 7am

My heart pumping pure mini-bar

Sit on the concrete by the carts

And some girl throws a dime in my lap

You won't be laughing when you hear how this one ends

So I sleep through the entire flight

Don't really wake up until the cab driver says

'Hey, where you going, I forget'

Think of the time I came to visit you here

The year after Jeremy died

And the elevator's fast and pops my ears out

They're all waiting patiently

Touch my name tag, should say 'HELLO I'M: too tired to smile today'

Squeak the chair once, take a deep breath

Straighten my tie and say 'what's the damage?'

And the pause feels like an extra year of high school

The CEO takes me aside

I'm down 12 points and they're selling

The graphs in the board room show

By the time that the market opens in Tokyo

I'll be worthless

So, what I'm trying to say

I mean what I'm asking is

I know we haven't talked in a while

But could you come get me?