Dealership

No, I’m ruling over the sky, honey,
I’ll be here providing for your beach,
to set the rain upon that puny castle,
reaching a wet blanket you can’t dry.

Easy, I’m creating all the waves, sweets,
headbutting that stupid moon into work,
taken for a spin or just drown instead,
at the bottom underneath my mighty fists.

Hey, I simply told you already, darling,
we ain’t on the same planet to exchange,
you’re hopelessly stuck while I’m free,
so nobody cares what each other says.

Sorry, I’m on the wagon for life, precious,
go burn that pathetic wick of yours away,
become dust early in my blinding plaything,
pitting all the nosy windows of both shores.

Again, I must not be clear enough, girl,
this is proved by the force after words,
as your shell makes noise from emptiness,
much too wasted room for hermit crabs.

Please, I’m strictly the seller here, baby,
ain’t one thing you don’t owe somehow,
except I’ll keep payments especially low,
making certain you can’t get out of debt.