What the Price Is

Let’s skip the small talk
And show each other our vices
See how we compare
We already know what the price is

You had to walk over
I bet you’re friends with the rain
A sip of wine left
Said you were feeling no pain

Showed you photographs
A few of them I even took
My heart is now stolen
I’ll figure out if you are the crook

I become fond very quick
For all the right reasons of course
I’m headed down South
But I had to start in the North

Wrote me a love letter
Using some imaginary ink
The paper smells of you
Keeps me longing, makes me think