Screens of Thought Are the Death of Me

I was a boy who was hurt
TV dreams I want the virtual headline
I'm in those journals belonging to Kurt
I belong in Billie Joe's red tie
Now I'm living from hour to hour
Because somebody stole my flower
I like roses the red ones
They remind me of all the bleeding noses I've already encountered
And I picked myself up but I couldn't really drown in the shower
I really tried to drown in the shower
I really wanted to leave this hour
My phone went off as they do
Controlling my mind with thoughts that maybe it's you
Cause they've got me locked up
But neither of us is key
And I propose pretentious is all we can ever be to me
Now we're 3 bottles down and we're still no fun
You say I don't think you can understand anyone
The truth is you can't stand anyone
Unless they're on your phone or your television
We both lack any precision in decision making
Our generation is faking and aching with pain
You said it's important so I said I'd meet you there
The truth is we're lame as fk but I don't really care

This is a cinema, please turn your phone off
I bet you're texting bout me right now
His video is st he can't get enough
Of himself but he really wishes he'd drown
There's truths even when signifiers and signs don't align
Just like mine
Spiral bound so I'm Althusser with no spine
Ideology is my friend but also my end
I've got something left to say
You're not all that either way
You came inside and rot my brain
A red light I stop in shame
Shame cause no one is around
I am what Kaczynski found
I'm trying to stop keeping track of time
Are you in pain Here's a bottle of wine
You wanted me I can't be it online



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Writer(s): Sayuj Sharma
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