Fold what you hold close delicately & gently set it aside For what you were fed while you were young might not serve what you've become I want to dispel false truth
Have we made a good impression Are we your favorite contradiction Since when did art involve a fucking election I want a connection
I've wasted ink enough on hollow beauty Raise my voice defend everyone else But I can't find it in me to fend for myself I will fend for myself
So raise your hands break the seal Show me how Food for the thoughtless Is this enough to talk about
So raise your hands break the seal Show me how
I'll pick at my scabs Revisit my scars Not for the mending & healing of hearts but for applause
Have we made a good impression Are we your favorite contradiction Since when did art involve a fucking election I want a connection
Fold what you hold close delicately & gently set it aside