It's Quarters Of Change, bitch

I don't carry much inside my bag
Except my heart, except my eight-page midterm paper
That was due last week, now it's overdue
I don't think I'm better, better than this
I think I'm better, better at drinking
Know I said that I'm coming home
But you know I won't

I know I'm better at putting you off
Than giving you all my, my love, yeah
Like what they do at a restaurant
I need someone to give me a check
I need someone to cut me a check and love me
Into the rift, yeah

And my ego is killing my feelings
Murder in the first degree
Judge and Jury are out on the prowl
I know they'll find me
Guilty on all charges except for lying
When I said: I love you
Oh, I love you
Oh, yes I do, oh, through and through
Well, would you love me?
Well, would you love me?

Into the rift, the rift, the rift, the rift
Would you love me?
Into the rift, the rift, the rift, the rift
Oh, would you love me? (Love me)
Into the rift, the rift, the rift, the rift
Oh, would you love, love, love, love me? (Love me)
Into the rift, Into the rift
Would you love, love, love, love me? (Love me)
Into the rift, the rift, the rift, the rift
Would you love me?