Watch me like the Lord
Make me inhale the songs you love
You’re broken virus app
And I have cancelled the upload
Hook me on your pills
That make my vision matrix’ blue
I don’t need a therapist
Unless I mess with you
The messages can hurt
My ego is my nurse
At least I want to keep
Your photo and my nerves
The last I want to do
Is feed your self-esteem
Hell, I won’t love you, too
And barely ever did