The cash machine is blue and green

For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee

I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents

On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck

How hot and sorrowful, this machine begs for luck



All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new



I want a good life with a nose for things

the fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering

A hole without a key if I break my tongue

Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?



All my lies are always wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new



I'm down on my hands and knees

every time a doorbell rings

I shake like a toothache

when I hear myself sing



All my lies are only wishes

I know I would die if I could come back new



I would like to salute

the ashes of American flags

And all the fallen leaves

filling up shopping bags