Let me start by peeling back my skin

To at least let a little bit of soft light in

Not something no one's ever seen before

But I just couldn’t sit on my hands anymore

I feel compelled to share pieces of me

With too much information in my vulnerability

Can you see over the hedge of my bet?

How is it that I still wish you'd mind your business?

Performative hours, performative hours

We're all running out of sincerity now

Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down

Yes, it’s you that I wish to congratulate

So here's a picture of you that of course includes me

Foraging for friendship in a digital age

Is reminding you of the exact shape of my face

My face

Performative hours, performative hours

We're all running out of sincerity now

Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down

Yeah, burn it all down

Performative hours

Performative hours

Performative hours, performative hours

We're all running out of sincerity now

Performative hours, performative hours

We're all running out of sincerity now

Performative hours, performative hours

We'll burn it all down, my brain's a black cloud

Performative hours are billed just to burn each one of us down

So burn it all down

Burn it all down

Burn it all down