Are you aware
You are an artist?
So cut your hair
And let the time slip
Lend me your ear
And try to swallow
This world of fear
That keeps us hollow
Put down your phone
And try to touch me
Don't let me know
You think I'm ugly
I'm on my phone
I think I'm ugly
Nothing to hold
Me back from nothing
But there is more
Than endless suffering
Inside your pores
When you touch me
And I feel truth
Inside of you
And I feel truth
Inside of you