I'll let you know

don't scratch your arm.
it'll only get worse, don't even think,
don't open your purse.
I can pay for you,
that's the least I can do,
you can pay me back in kisses,
when the month is through.
I won't lie to you.

there is no end, to love like ours
there is no end, to a love like ours
there is no end, to love like ours.

you've got some kind of dead on your shoulders,
blood in your eyes
no surprises.
so tell me again what the future's like.
it is me and it is you
a porch and a stool,
let's find out what the state supplies for ageing fools.
would I lie to you?