We don't have money
So we can't lose it
But you touching me like piano keys
You can't buy that movement

What do we get from
This soft transaction?
We know the money lies and we can't put a price on this
Brand of action

We're all just sellin' time
You got a lot to lose
The paper's a ticking clock
You got a lot to lose

What does it cost for
This life of excess?
Would you ever miss your desk's caress?

There is no mouth to
Trace its shape on you
But you seem to let it fuck you anyway

What you got to lose?