Creeping closer to the edge
One step closer to an
Inglorious death
Tiptoe
Tiptoe
Sneaking on by
The only way
You’ll know
That I was even here
Will be if I want you to
Momentum building
Slowly losing my grip
Chest starts heaving
Let me catch my breath
Taking in my surroundings
Have I been here before
Everything familiarly unfamiliar
A circus mirror
A distorted point of view
Leaning into changing winds
I am further from a place
I once sunk within
A place
I once hid deep in
A place where
I can at least try
To call a home
A river of salted water
Runs it’s downward course
Cutting the corners
Eyes like stained glass windows
Staying true
To stay in line
A hundred tiny speakers
Strike up
A half remembered beat
Suddenly confronted
With such revelry
We auto hit repeat
And with no choice
To be original
We stumble to
Strike a pose
Do what’s expected
Contours, clothes
And blending in
Our strength
Will be in larger numbers
The majority always wins
Blue ticks
Side eyes
Give me my instafix
Make my fake life
A reality please
I’m ready for the big reveal
I suppose
Panicked voices
Behind closed doors
I’ll sell you mine
If you’ll sell me yours
Trading souls
Running on empty
How are we
Supposed to live
When we’ve nothing
Left to give
Nothing left to give
