The Day Four Digits and Blind Love Replaced My Eyes

My baby's got me feeling like it's 1971
Like I'm a college kid depending on some extra funds
And I'm looking for opportunity
I'm bony, but my mind's beyond my years
My body's the catalyst for human hatred, too
My lover's got me going to a private university
In Stanford, California, where the skies are clear and blue
And the air smells like price tags on success
One fuck up, and my mighty stature's gone
So over the summer, I will do what I can do
Because I'm trapped inside the basement of our love
Waste my time pacing, wondering what
The time I spend here's gonna do to me and you
And if our future's bright, God, I can't tell
Behind this blindfold, might as well
Be constant night
But I can't fight
Our sweet Stanford prison experiment, my love
My darling's got me pressed against my car at 4:01 PM
The metal stings my skin, the afternoon sun burns my eyes
But it's all part of the experience
They say immersion really works the best
Despite my discomfort, I'll endure it all for you
The days are getting shorter now that time and space are meaningless
This place isn't a basement, I swear it's a prison cell
And corruption runs rampant, sour, and deep
I see sparks every time I close my eyes
Whether I'm malnourished or in love, I've no idea
Somebody, I'm trapped inside the prison of our love
Waste my time thinking, dreaming of
The days when freedom was a truth for me and you
And if our future stands, God, I can't reach
Behind these handcuffs, everything
Is out of touch
But I can't rush
Our sweet Stanford prison experiment, my love
Have I been here for years?
The years are getting rough
I know you'd never hurt me, but, my love
My trust is spread so thin
My limbs are pulled so taught
My body's getting weaker and I'm not
Present like I should be
The shell of my stomach is empty
I'm just watching every guard waiting for you, darling
Trapped inside the graveyard of our love
Waste my time chasing after what
I think are shadows of the you I swear I knew
And if our future's there, God, I don't know
Under this dirt, my senses go
A mile an hour
It still has power
Our sweet Stanford prison experiment, my love
If our future's bright, God, I can't see
Everything is out of touch
Our sweet Stanford prison experiment, my love



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Writer(s): Stella Felice
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