A penny for your thoughts, how dare you even ask.
They’re not for sale, they’re not for you.
Mine to share or hold tight enough.
They're mine to get crushed into memory-dust.
A penny for your thoughts, i would never ask.
Pennies and dimes, is that all our thoughts, dreams and fears are worth?
A dollar or a million is not enough.
Nothing will drag my chimeras out into the light.
Angles or deamons, matters not, they’re mine to keep.
Letting them loose to ravish the world is not a matter of bribes.
A penny for your thoughts, leave me alone.
They were mine to start with, and with me they will end