Loose Change Elegy

[Verse 1]
The Fred Meyer receipt's a novel on the floor.
I say, "Forty-seven cents in the Subaru's door."
You say, "Yeah, but that's forty-seven more
than we had when the sun came up at four."
The radiator's clicking out a beat in morse.

[Pre-Chorus]
You say, "One day we'll laugh about this, swear it's true,
from a house where the rain don't leak right through."

[Chorus]
We're rich in all the ways that do not pay the rent,
just praying that our last good nerve ain't spent.

[Verse 2]
Remember that catering gig on Council Crest?
The marble felt so cold pressed to my chest.
I asked you, "Do you think they ever feel this stress?"
You whispered back, "They pay someone for that, I guess."

[Pre-Chorus]
You say, "One day we'll laugh about this, swear it's true,
from a bed that isn't sinking through."

[Chorus]
We're rich in all the ways that do not pay the rent,
just praying that our last good nerve ain't spent.

[Bridge]
This pressure builds a fault line in my head,
but you're the quartz vein holding it instead.
You trace the desert dust I carry on my skin.

[Outro]
"Just sleep," you say. "The sun will try again."