I don't sleep to dream I don't fuck to breathe
I wear alacrity sweetly on the tv screen
Like it's halloween and my costume's me
Like i didn't try to swallow a bottle of pills last week
Nah man I remember the color
I remember the weather and the scent of my lover
I remember the feeling of a sweater cold and rough
Unpleasant to touch and worse to wear
It was 5 o'clock when I posted it
It was half past 6 when I pressed refresh
It was quarter to 7 when I was news feed clicking
And living in the seconds between gone and left
That's the best saturation turned up brightness turned up
Hi-Con and level up right-click save-as "give a fuck"
Give me attention or give me death (What)
At least I could myself death if I wanted
There's no memory of pastel (We never had it)
Turn the brightness way up until the screen cracks
There's no memory of pastel
So let us melt and make no noise