There’s no saying how much I’ll get

for everything that I have to sell.

All I know is, that I’m terribly good,

at making you pine and want,

for what you really don’t need.

You come to me, only because,

you’re running out of things to desire,

and it’s an emptiness you can’t bear.

I’ll gladly relieve you of your burden,

and fill you up, for just a little while,

till your thirst brings you once again,

knocking desperately, at my door.

You’re really only paying me

for the selling, not for what I sell.