The world needs more of you 
it’s been asking for your number 
I said I’d talk to you 
the world said “whatever” 

and I can only tell you 
what you already know 
I think you’re beautiful 
I mean your soul 

the world wants to hold you 
just to itself 
use you, abuse you 
it gets away with that 

I think you should meet it 
despite the objections 
try to seduce it 
if it insists on rejection 

there’s a long night ahead 
there’s something in the wallet 
all the dead presidents 
want you to have it 

you can’t refuse the world 
maybe you could tease it 
when it looks back at you 
maybe it’s you that haunts it