Exchange Rate

My TV tries to talk to me My music tells me I must see Papers cost more than money My view distorted with a fee My friends all sell me what they hate My life is judged with daily rate I still believe I follow fate I’d leave right now but it is far too late Exchange me Arrange me Just show me what it costs I’m breathing at expense of mind I grieve as payment for being blind I spend myself to show I’m kind My heart I see is lost inside My boredom takes up all my time My fear makes things appear fine I watch and dance and sing and whine My drugs will show me how to rhyme Thrill me Kill me Just show me what it costs