Trapped in the Theatre

There's nobody that I would rather be
But I would love to step outside of me
You always question everybody else
When you're suspicious of yourself

I am the soft object of my own scorn
Obliterated by Seinfeld and porn
I die within projections of my doubt
But I die in the film even without

How can you leave when you can't see
The exit light the screen's too bright
Trapped in the theatre

There is nothing I would rather do
Than sing and dance and molt in front of you
But paranoia is now my go to mood
Why should the music buy me food?

I am a song exploding in the sky
I'd kill to be the shrapnel of your eye
We bring the house down with us when we fall
Soon we'll be shadows in the hall

How can you eat when you can't breathe
I'm buried just beneath the eaves
Trapped in the feeder
Embalmed by the ether
A bomb in the theatre



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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