Weights and Ties

I know it's harder, the length from your shoulder
To your hungry eyes, to your bloated mind

The flower of Juda paints not a picture
But the tasteless life that I abide by
Who love has taken that razor sharp humour
That you used to wear in summer weather
Our labour to gather up strangers who grow bitter
From the weights and ties of love combined with wealth

If you want it, you should just ask for it

When love is now love though all of the broken
blades of grass that stained your school blouse

When you need it, don't feel desperate
We all need it the same as you do

When you need her, don't just grab her
And it's clearer she don't recognise you at all