The Game Needed Me

We don't have money so we can't lose it But you touchin' me like piano keys, you can't buy that movement What do we get from this soft transaction? We know the money lies and you can't put a price on this brand of action What does it cost for this life of excess? Would you ever miss your desk's caress There is no mouth to trace it's shape on to you You seem to let it f**k you anyway What does it cost For this life of excess?