Just give me black. 

What I lack

is enough

when it's rough

And it's tough to always seem

like everything'll

turn out fine. 

If you'd just get my back 

when I lack

and call my bluff 

when I'm enough,

I promise I'll meet you in-between

these subtle things

we call our time. 

From my birth

till what I'm worth

isn't worth

a rotten dime

From the Earth

what I'm worth

isn't Earth

and isn't mine

It's just this subtle thing

we call...

our time.