I Like Being a Millionaire. You Will Too, Believe Me

So you’d think that if I grew out my hair
I’d have a bigger place to live in
Without rooms to separate us
Without our brains shutting down
To be open is to be irrelevant
And warmth is just potential
Streaming into tired comments, and out a hoarse mouth
Recount the day, and I’ll give you a dollar
Give me the juice and I’ll squeeze the fruit