I sit upon a stupid stool
And watch the hours flock by
I wonder if, now, I was you
Is this the tick to talk by

Would you be running wild and free
With lovers in your pocket
Now here I am alone with me
A thought, the thought ill chalk it

I see you on the recent post
In Bali- now LA
I'm wondering how can I seem
Enough to look okay

You dance about the wild screen
It seems it took one take
But maybe here In my melancholy
I failed to see what's fake.