The Cracks

Give me the going rate or nothing at all
And we can make art from a crack on the wall
A crack that's so small, you had to point it out
Wouldn't have believed if I hadn't heard it from the horse's mouth
My eyes are a desert now, my heart is a canyon
My words vibrate on your ears, but you don't understand them
And I'm so through explaining
Gave up the complaining
I want something, I want something real
Love, give me your love, that's the only fair deal
But you can't make deals with criminals
You commit your sins in intervals
And expect me to forget
How much do you want to bet
That this won't do
Do to me what it does to you?
Because this time I won't submit
And this time I won't admit
What I did, it's done
Let's just say that it's been fun
Yeah, let's go with that cause the truth is vitriolic
No more confused little girl, no more loveaholic
And I can't tell if it's for my benefit
But it wasn't my choice and that's the end of it
I close my eyes and envision that faraway land
When where we are today was not in our plans
I'm not a fan of this
Emptiness
When hollow words are effortless
I remember when I would've begged for this
I remember so clearly when I would've begged for this
Tell me how much can I get for this?