27 Dollars by Matthew Milia

Jennifer
Whenever
You decide
I'll be around

The temperature
In Detroit this summer
Is certified
To bring the whole thing to the ground

But everything will be better
Someday when the TV letters
Of the station that I used to watch

Rearrange and spell my heaven
Maybe channels 4 and 7
Will broadcast the entire life I've botched

Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars

With a senator
As your benefactor
You got pretty good at
Cashing checks from the man

Now you're lost
In your mother's sweater
That you ask me to recognize
And you know that I can

But everything will be butter
When we fracture in each other
And mix around a hundred broken parts

So meet me at The Lodge this evening
As all the bastard boys are leaving
I'll be beside the arcade throwing darts

Everything will awaken
And if I am not mistaken
You still owe me
27 dollars

You know what it's for

Appears on Enter the Kingdom