Dust Lyrics

I'm getting sick but I don't feel it

They're running out of ways to heal me

We get to talking too much before the lights go out

Later on we won't have anything to talk about

If we leave this place

Will we remember how it got this way?

Don't make a fuss it makes the silence louder

Wore you to dust, twelve dollars an hour

I wouldn't mind

If you owned my life

But it feeds on your fear, on your strife

You can't win, it won't die

Your kind eyes, they won't survive

Would you love me if I made no money?

Would you trust me if I made no money?

Would you love me if I never made any money?

Would you trust me if I never made any money?

Loosening up, lay your head down

Desires unsure, powerless, but I'm coming around

It's what you make of it

So tell me if I'm moving too quickly

Can't reason with bullshit

Head stuck up in the light fixtures

Increasingly hard to reach

Silently, stumbling

Crumbling