Drive down the cost

I don't want anything anymore
Pay close attention to what I need and what I've lost
I worry that I may just...

I may die poor
Create affection for what gives speed and what junk I should toss

Morning talkshows, Christ they leave me bored
Control suspention by sipping tea with my legs crossed
I am making penmarks on my door
Radio station anomolies drive down the cost

I've suffered through the worst jobs of my life to gain some narrow apology I don't accept
Our love's in California, so say goodbye to your city's safe economy, and hello to debt

I can't ignore the things you want sometimes
Wisdom stands up logically, but crashed with sex

The fast and young cannot withstand and I won't try to find insightful symmetry in my next step