Drawers

Could you please just sum it up for me
Splayed out like a modern tragedy
I can't take all of the baseball caps
And paperbacks,
And slam poetry

You're a perfect modern narcissist
Special and stupid like the rest of them
But I'm glued to the page
In love and enraged
At attention I want them to give me

Cuz' it's lonely being right all the time,
Every time
It's lonely being right all the time

Then the golden hour spills through our bed sheets
Hanging over the windows
And a cool blue air sits tightly with the Armchair Guy's focused windfall
We all chatter about the talentless herd driving the talentless ship
Saying, 'I could do it better if...'
'Yeah, I could do it better if... '

Could you please just sum it up for me?



Credits
Writer(s): Levon Sharrow
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