You try to pierce me with the daggers of your eyes, my skin is amour, watch the sparks fly
The metal is from a fallen star that burned with 1000 year old joy, the tin the adorned your face can't hurt me
Your aren't having as much fun as your snapchat story plays, 8 seconds of acting

As the light and shadows of overthinking roll over,
And the yellow raspberries start to doubt their realities,
I'll be here - owning nameless cats and refusing to buy furniture;
Lusting for the life I thought I had, green-eyed and sadistic.

Let's take a selfie. TRIPLE CHIN!

As you swipe for filters,
And draw a ***** on your friend's face,
I'll be here - fighting the urge to be useless;
Tapping and holding for fake friends.

Selfies. We've been afflicted with this terrible, god-awful disease.

And as you post a shaky video of your boyfriend driving?
And laugh at that joke you know you didn't find funny
I will be here - throwing my circles of seconds away.

**Three, two, one.

my body is a jail
and I'm hitting and screaming
from the inside