stolen air

[stalkingtime]

sitting in this busted chair,
that i pulled from the garbage of a guy downtown,
thinkin about why i need to start changing
and wondering why it's got to be so hard to live
nothing's free,
time, space, living-
it all takes green.
even lovin has it's price,
but that aint lovin of the good kind.
good love is free for those who want it
but not many people search for something true.
tomorrow i'll take this chair outside
and set it on fire.
cause that's just what i do,
and i hear i need a change.