the clubs / the people's attention

a picture hangs on my wall and hears what i talk about

i'm drawing circles and i'm getting dizzy now

oh

how have you been? i haven't seen you around

all is fine if you believe it

just don't talk about it

sit in a phone booth to act like you don't exist

i'm prescription-less but i'm making it

there's a hole in my window if you want to sneak in

there's a crack in my windshield and i'm waiting for it to cave in

my reflection is looking a lot older now

the wind is singing again

carrying me with it

glitter eyes from the drinks

we are so important

all of the lights from the clubs and the people's attention

all of the snakes sing their songs

we die for all of them

i'm not even your friend and i died for that

all of our selfish time spent

hoping no one will notice

fragile mouth's in our hands

didn't you notice?