Ear to Ear

I wake my greedy eyes from a night spent dreaming

Ambitiously.

Cost-effectively.

Fingers stained with yesterday's highs and lows.

It's got to go.

It's all got to go.

It's a rob.

It's a steal.

You better land that deal.

You're in the big leagues now, sonny.

Buy low. Sell high.

Get a piece of the pie.

But leave the rest for me.

My destiny

Wasn't written in the stars.

It's been meticulously planned

And presented in a chart.

A flawless design

To truly satisfy.

You want results?

Look at the fucking smile

On my face.

I stick to the stats.

Go by the numbers.

I'm measured by threads and horse power.

Square feet and tender.

But now I'm old

Like an aging oak.

There's more gold secured

To my jaw than there ever was

To my name.

Its bark gets rougher by the day.

Limbs reach for its roots.

Its insides rot away until

It's just a hollow trunk.

It's only full

Of emptiness. And empty nests.

But save

The biggest slice for me.

Tailor, tailor.

Raise my inseam

And widen these cuffs.

Because I am dressed for success.

Tailor, tailor.

Stand clear.

I'm headed straight

for the top. The top. The top.

The dirt.

My destiny

Wasn't written in the stars.

It's been meticulously planned

And presented in a chart.

A flawless design

To truly satisfy.

You want results?

Look at the fucking smile

on my face.