I think it’s good

I think I’m moving on

I think it's better in the long run

I know I’m tired of always being on

I wanna shut it down

I wanna turn it off

I wanna turn it off

I wanna turn it off

Now I feel fraudulent when they sing back to me

I’m on a pedestal where I don’t wanna be

So I tried to write some songs - another failed attempt

To make them see me as a fucking human

But when you share your pain for public consumption

You’ll set their dinner plates

And smile ’til they’re done

Give them their knives and forks

While you’re rare and bleeding tons

And while they еat your soul

They’ll call you an inspiration

They call you an inspiration

They callеd you an inspiration

But I’m not

I’m not

So I’ll stay up tonight, lost in my lonely thoughts

And try to sleep before my next shift at the shop

Cause I found some solace there - I relate to that machine

It pulls the people in, they take what they want and leave

So I’m just a ghost of need

I embrace escapism in the simple task of writing words on lids

I won’t underestimate this dulling isolation

With other passing ghosts and fleeting connections

I’m just fleeting connections