Baby am I bored or am I lonely
Will I feel forever scrolling
Like the dog outside the banquet
What's going on inside there
I never took a single photo
Ripping out the kitchen half wall
Ate my dinner on top a tote bin
As the dusk and dust mix
In the flicker of a work light
As if nothing was ever broken
One proof I take myself too serious
The audience won't laugh after each period
The weightlessness of the punchline
Coming down on the wrong jaw
Swallowed in the last breath
As i hollow out the last call
Jesus f*cking Christ the world spins
Across a different axis
Babies held in open cages
A modern sort of sadness
Bit by bit pulling off the veil
Watch it slip hitting in a nail
Privilege our house is nearly full
Break the wall and seal back up the hole
