I’ll empty my bank account

my piggy bank

my pocket change

you laugh but you’d

do the same

if you were lucky enough

to be given the chance

sell me a problem

paint a picutre on my palms

you seem familiar

way your exhale gently push

under the fully charged moon

I’ll sing a lullaby

you can dance to

just as this mad world

spins ‘round

I’ll take your hand and

keep you around

till the end