We had more fun when we were poor
the old thrills can't satisfy you anymore
you've collected everything you could afford
but you were much more fun when you were poor
Remember the shabby house, remember the empty drive
when you actually reeked of being alive
because the passion leaked out of your ass
residual ambitions from your bankrupt past
we were better off hungry, sleeping on the floor
you were so ambitious when desperate and
much more fun when you were poor
remember walking to the bar just to watch TV
ever aimlessly content just sitting right next to me
before some insatiable beast traded you her heart
you converted people with your love, your joy, and your spark
Now that you've foreclosed on the selfless times
your poetry, once a thing of substance, has fallen so sadly behind the cars, the boat, the clothes
your friends were replaced by new leather shoes
and you may look dashing now but I remember when you were
beautiful