You could wake up
in the morning and try
to feel so good
that you didn’t realise
and the things they’re like
stop me from crying
but at night
they stop me from crying
I couldn’t take up
more space in my mind
there is a back door it isn’t easy to find
as a call from self-indulgence
we’ll meet our world
to pull up a something
so can you tell me
that you feel the same
when you stare at all the faces
full with so much shame
or is it you’re too high
to tell us apart
so you can live your life
and keep up your lying
i can’t even stand to watch the TV
the liars and the killers keep staring at me
and the boys and the girls
of the town are all free
they grow up to destroy
everything that they see
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