I left my phone at the hotel.
Everyone else had theirs.
It’s quite a story to tell —
I am the only one who cares.
Everyone was taking photos
To post on Instagram.
No one looked at the shows,
No one gave a ****
About the songs,
The lyrics, the words.
Everybody longs
To be free, like birds.
But they all just look at their screens
Instead of seeing, feeling this.
I don’t know what that means —
I try to feel bliss.
It kind of works.
I love the music, the lights.
The people on phones are jerks.
Happiness isn’t one of our rights —
It’s a choice.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 7:01 AM UTC
I left my phone at the hotel.
Everyone else had theirs.
It’s quite a story to tell —
I am the only one who cares.
Everyone was taking photos
To post on Instagram.
No one looked at the shows,
No one gave a ****
About the songs,
The lyrics, the words.
Everybody longs
To be free, like birds.
But they all just look at their screens
Instead of seeing, feeling this.
I don’t know what that means —
I try to feel bliss.
It kind of works.
I love the music, the lights.
The people on phones are jerks.
Happiness isn’t one of our rights —
It’s a choice.
Okay so I was at lollapalooza Paris on Friday and everyone was filming, which was kind of distracting, but the concerts were great and honestly it was the best experience <333
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