Your phone
Flash on
Embarrassment
Can't complain
A feeling that you just won't notice
My life
Leads me
Through the bile of your blame
A consequence you also won't notice
And all I've got
Left for me
Is vague existence on either side of your shame
Again, again
Some art punk lad convinces himself he came
To this world with one sworn purpose
To be the hero to the beaten as long as she may
Forever be inclined to his service
And all I've got
Left for me
Is waiting till your drunk enough to say what you
Want to say
Say it
Say it
Liberal to all
But our existence
If the world didn't feed your ego for you
It'd be malnourished