Better Off Alone

-Better Off Alone-

You stand like a millionaire who loves to burn dollar bills
A pane of glass between the world and you, like sunlight on a window sill
You decorate your walls with the tokens of your disease
But it’s only paper with the name of a faker who fades away by degrees

Chorus:
A pauper’s blood is bitter when your tastes are so refined
I’d love to be the one to cut you down to size
Mind the company you keep on down the road
If you were my closest friends, I’d be better off alone

You speak with the richest words that spill down from the chalice of kings
And you adorn your thieving hands with a better mind’s diamond rings
I’m sick of being told to care about your MA and PhD
I’ve got some letters to precede your name, try A-S-S-H-O-L-E