lights. camera. action. and scene.

i am sorry you are so sarcastic all of the time
and you will not find truth
and you will feel insecure about sincerity
and you will guard yourself from vulnerability
so much
and all that guarding will tear you down inside

you and all of your stimulants
"take a picture of me
i look so pretty
and they are with me
and this is the time of my life"
you wake up so confused

and everything beautiful is nothing to you
unless it's something to everyone else.

fashion is the sword in your hand
and deep down you're unhappy
so plunge that sword a little deeper
in your chest
and rip it out
and plunge it deeper again
so you feel something
besides the alcohol and nicotine
pulsing through your papery veins.
sweatbands and robots and love songs,
beer connoisseurs and artists and lovers
and secrets and lies and lies.

say you don't try
but you try so damn hard.
i see it in the darkness
that has made its home
on your face
beneath your eyes.
wake up, dear sleepers,
life is to live in the daytime.