I think it's good I think I'm moving on I think it's better in the long run I know I'm tired of always being on I wanna shut it down I wanna turn it off I wanna turn it off I wanna turn it off Now I feel fraudulent When they sing back to me I'm on a pedestal Where I don't wanna be So I tried to write some songs Another failed attempt To make them see me as a fucking human But when you share your pain For public consumption You'll set their dinner plates And smile 'til they're done Give them their knives and forks While you're rare and bleeding tons And while they eat your soul They'll call you an inspiration They call you an inspiration They called you an inspiration But I'm not I'm not So I'll stay up tonight Lost in my lonely thoughts And try to sleep before my next shift at the shop Cause I found some solace there I relate to that machine It pulls the people in They take what they want and leave So I'm just a ghost of need I embrace escapism In the simple task of writing words on lids I won't underestimate this dulling isolation With other passing ghosts and fleeting connections I'm just fleeting connections