If I broke the windows in my house And willed the pieces back together Would I retain the same view I paid so much for Back in the 90's? The sun through broken glass was the sea And microplastic plankton flowed through me I am drenched in blinding light The light of becoming Monopoly paper floating 'round Like some failed bank bust just went down Everyone's still got their heads on the ground It's my money and I need it now This light so trite It's bringing on the night And lulling me to sleep And beaming through my dreams Today I might Truly make my bed And tuck the corners in And don the perfect skin