Chunk

You'll look up one day
but you won't recognize me

So you want to change?
read a letter from a lawyer
want to take me out to dinner
you want to bury me under a mound of shopping bags

Like it'd really make a difference
or make up for your disinterest
I'm a bill you pay
I'm a contract you can't break

And it's like I'm under water
or on an endless escalator
I just go up and up
but I don't ever reach the top

And it reads just like the bible
twenty centuries of scandal,
yeah, it all depends on how you interpret it

The word is love
The word is loss
The words are damaged goods that's what I am
A lifetime gets chalked up to an experience coincidence
we're chained to the events
that's it