Standards

You wear your hypocrisy on your sleeve
Asking me to help buy your golden gadgets
As you slam the door in my face

What happened to the dreams of meager?
Skipping around across the world
With all of its gifts of enlightenment
Making you squeeze out all hazardous responsibilities from your soul

Another chance sacrificed to the highest standards of quality
Forking over all your childhood dreams
Fruit, succulent and crunchy as you wink to your starving squire
Wipe your fucking mouth or am I in the way?

I know your secret
While you stitch a beautiful pillow of denial
Go on, convince yourself