Coins-Erin K

Coins - Erin K Written by：Erin Kleh Coins stacked in piles Folded shirts Color cordinated books Expensive ties His dreams Drip into a coffee machine That he knows so well And in between his lunches and drinks He's taught to buy and sell No one notices not even him He's sunk too far to try and swim But it's not all so bad Because his car is as fast As the price of his pad And his suits they will last And his wife is a blonde And at the end of the day I guess he's getting this song So all his coins stacked in piles And all his folded shirts They show that he's in control He keeps his taps on the skirts You can be sure he always has the best Sure he passes every test Then the love of his life Walks over to him Holds out her hands and says Daddy won't you please And so he reaches in his pocket And takes out his wallet And kisses the air as she leaves Coins they work so well So no one can tell A secret stash she hides behind his cash And if it gets too bad they say Just call mom and dad they pay And though she's getting good grades she gets played Pretends she's reading but she's stuck on the page From the day before Wondering who she's working for And her heart it unravels For a voice as it travels Through the commons at school They call her a fool She thinks Did I hear them right Am I meant to fight Stoned and cold another day unfolds Wearing thin She's always smoking at the back of the school So everyone will think she's cool Then in the corner of her eye Sees this familiar smile Holds out her arms and says please He reaches to his pocket And takes out his wallet She kisses the air as he leaves Hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm So all his coins stacked in piles And all his folded shirts They show that he's in control He keeps his taps on the skirts You can be sure he always has the best Sure he passes every test All his coins stacked in piles And all his folded shirts They show that he's in control He keeps his taps on the skirts You can be sure he always has the best Sure he passes every test All his coins stacked in piles And all his folded shirts They show that he's in control He keeps his taps on the skirts You can be sure he always has the best Sure he passes every test Don't take me home not ready to go Got my eyes on the sky Waiting for snow and I know it's July Believing is half the fun Please don't make that undone Coins stacked in piles Folded shirts Color cordinated books Lined up so high They stood so well They stood so well