i fail to exist,
to see how im unique.
six billion of us,
and not one worth a tear,
we're just bodies.

no, not really, not anything at all.
leave my room, keys by the door.
turn ur plump lips and kiss this goodbye
this bird is not going to fly.

and you show ur bright side
and i show a bright set
and you come in for the kill,
the kill that we both share.
And we're happier, more content, happy as can be.
im happy that you're here
you theiving bitch.