VANITY MARCH

Oh my god, not another condo
You can't spell development without the devil
Don't you see? You're fucking with my authenticity
In order for me to succeed, I at least need to seem to be
Living on the edge of my memory foam bed

And I love my pain
I'm milking it hard out here in the mundane
'Cause I can't see past myself these days
I can't see past myself these days
But when I'm not around, I wanna know what they say

I don't care who you know
If what you make has no soul
What does it really mean to be the queen
Of a world where no one really sees?
But it's okay, it doesn't work that way anyway

And you love your pain
You're milking it hard out here in the mundane
'Cause you can't see past yourself these days
You can't see past yourself these days
But when you're not around, you wanna know what they say

I can't see past myself these days
You can't see past yourself these days
I can't see past myself these days
But when I'm gone for good, who's gonna come to the funeral?