I don’t know what you want to hear
Still declining this drinking culture’s every beer
Because even without that, out of my head, I can never get your rear
I really really really hope you keep every nasty thought about me dear
Fuck it all, let’s ruin some careers
I’m only in the room so I can hear
Let me hear you moan, baby
Get as close as you can to my ear
I’ll make sure tomorrow you walk drunkenly
Keep the scanner on, so I can make sure you avoid parasociety’s police
It’s ok, let you pass out on me
Hold you while you sleep
Take as much time as you need
I’m still alive, and in love, in the silence
Always lost, eyes blown out, at the ever present reverberance
Always down on my knees, in pure reverence
Praying…
…Or something
About our purity, let’s keep lying
I’m sorry baby, I’m really really really trying…
…So hard
Like how we want it, again and again
And yet, historians will say they were just good friends
Of course we’re good friends, you’ve gotta be friends first to last this long
So, paparazzi, tell me what’s wrong
Is it that I’m not sorry, for leaving a place that became personified as a nazi
Jesus Christ, I’m sorry I only choose to chase the things that heal me
And choose to burn all the things that break me, through my writing
Throw it away, throw it all away, and try to stop caring
That no one seems able to see that I’m thriving
Because I can, and you tell me, again and again
That’s all that matters, but I’m way too unassuming
But being misunderstood, is too frustrating
Maybe, just maybe, I should start drinking
I’m only in the room to see you laughing
Get those teeth on me
Get as close as you can to my neck
I’ll make sure tomorrow your back is covered in one big scratch
But not an actual open wound, you know I’d never hurt you like that
But do the fa-…don’t say it, oh who cares, let’s fuck it, just like we are each other,…fans
And when I say things like that, I know you’ll keep the news on
Make sure we can both avoid parasociety’s bureaucrats
It’s ok, let you pass out in the living room, snap a pic, so cute
Covered in all our cats
They smother you in your sleep
But when we wake up, smothered by society
And yet we never beg or complain, like “자기, baby, save me” (pron: jagi, trans: baby)
Both still breathing, and both still in love, even when we live in silence
Yet despite that, always lost, and eyes blown out, at the never ending reverberance
Always down on our knees, in pure reverence
Praying…
…Or something
Just like the pundits want, we practice purity
Saying that is all that matters, but real life is kaleidoscopic
It’s all about perception, if you really want to talk about optics
And I do
So fuck it, let’s ruin everyone’s point of view
Their POV
Can we be a real life version of “FRI(END)S” by V
Too impatient, just say it, if you want me
I want you so bad
We’ll be like this, even if these Everests get upended
And yet, historians will say they were just good friendses
Of course we’re good friends, you’ve gotta be friends first if you want to simultaneously meet the world
So, paparazzi, why you clutching your pearls
Is it that I’m not sorry, for not being a girl
Jesus Christ, I’m sorry I only choose to chase the things that heal me
And choose to bury all the things that feel agonizing
So welcome to Camp Green Lake
Keep digging, you’ll never find it
Until you stop acting like you’re the born receiver of fate
No one seems able to see what’s hidden in plain sight
You keep telling me, again, and again, that I can
But the overlaying display, the HUD, is in the way
Your POV is all that matters, but I’m way too unassuming to others
And being misunderstood, really really smothers
Snap a pic, so cute
Maybe, just maybe, I should