I blacked out
And all I saw was white
It was all too radiant
Next to the plastic lying around
He took me for a walk
The panic subsided
He on the hunt to look like my hero
Me on the hunt for a place to hide
His camera
His camera
He showed me his camera
He told me he took advantage
Like a crazed wounded man in need of a bandage
What was I supposed to think?
What was I supposed to think?
What happens to privacy when
The flood gates of a lens open
And you become a circus prize
To anyone who feasts their eyes
Like a drink before the plunge
Like a needle between the toes
Like ignoring your gut instinct
Like a slowly wilting rose
I just want forgiveness
For the drug still in my body
I beg and pray for mercy
For the drug still on my body
I just want high ceilings of endless sky
And bedside manner from the trees
And whispers of ancients on the breeze
And when I get lonely I’ll get down on my knees
I’ve got millions of questions pertaining to why
I got friends I’ll see in another life
I got false hope but it gets me by
And I run like the devil’s chasing me