Cause Cheap Is How I Feel

(Michael Timmins )

It’s the kind of night that’s so cold, when you spit
it freezes before it hits the ground.
And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar
if he’s out tonight he must be truly down.
And I’m searching all the windows for a last minute present
to prove to you that what I said was real,
for something small and frail and plastic, baby,
’cause cheap is how I feel.

Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough
to come up with an answer
to the question why is it that every time I see you
my love grows a little stronger.
But your memory leaves my stomach churning,
feeling like a lie about to be revealed,
but I’ll horde all this to myself
’cause cheap is how I feel.

It’s not the smell in here that gets to me it’s the lights
I hate the shadows that they cast,
and the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
I’ll always drag with me from my past.
I think I’ll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
and maybe strike a deal.
Your body for my soul, fair swap
`cause cheap is how I feel.

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