Scotchguard The Credit Card

Don’t tell me about the preciousness of seconds,
I’ve seen the pointlessness of plans.
If I’ve got to go, then I’ve got to go.
I don’t expect you’d understand.

You got your mommy’s menopause.
You got your daddy’s saber saws.
Scotchgard the credit card–
The payments never pause.

“You’re goddamn right I resent the rent.
Not just the leases or the money spent.
It’s the way that it keeps me from the present tense.
Won’t somebody meet me in the present tense?”

There’s just a little stump where my tongue once was,
but the place that tastes the bitter still remains.
It gets inflamed each time it rains