I know who you are
Dime at the bottom of my purse
I can’t afford to dream that you’re more
I dropped you in and I dug you out before
It’s no safer here, dime at the bottom of my purse
Than any beggars bowl, or junkies hand
Wearing the cloak of supply over the flesh of demand
I reach down inside my bag of phantom riches
I cut my fingers pawing at your ridges
Removing you is heavy work
Dime at the bottom of my purse
Seems I made it worse
Dime at the bottom of my purse
I’m overdrawn and halfway home
Still holding onto a coin I don’t own
I’m pulling out at any price
I scald my hands as a preventative sacrifice
possessing you isn’t worth
feigning my days away on earth
I spent my last dollar
on these words
Dime at the bottom of my purse
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