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?