The initial path of the crew cabin from the vapor cloud carried it across the path of an adjacent contrail
Clearly revealing its truncated form and attitude
Am I pretty? Do I deserve to be?
Would you tell me if I was worthy?
Now that you're home, I don't have to be alone
I know it's selfish, but I already know
So self aware, I intend to die this way
There is nothing that anyone can change
Someone tell me, who am I supposed to be?
Give me direction, I need affection
Late at night, I don't have to be myself
Pretend to read all of the books placed on my shelf
I call the cops on someone that I don't know
I tell my friends I got somewhere better to go
