Apathetic Aesthetic

Pillow talk and blanket statements
Bed of nails, too often vacant

Read me like a book of matches (turn the page)
Sew the patches on my straitjacket (not quite insane)
Keep me in your back pocket
And around your neck in a locket full of toxic hot topics

Constantly drawing conclusions
Becoming disillusioned
We're painting ourselves into a corner
With a broad brush in a bad light
This apathetic aesthetic is simply pathetic

Tuck me into my coffin
I'm gonna sleep on it (on it)
(Lights out, underground)
I'm tossing and turning
Awake yet still in mourning
(A pipe dream, or so it seems)
Night owl up at the crack of dawn
Don't be alarmed, the early bird gets the worm

Falling off my perch again
Pushing our own narrative
No filter, so candid
Picture perfect, worth a thousand words

Pillow talk and blanket statements
Bed of nails, no longer vacant



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sean Salsbury, Greyson Mac Israel, Sean Thomas Alexander
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