I'm Glad You're Happy

Stare at screens

Fiend for feeds and I scroll

New York City

Deals its hand and I fold

It’s coming up against me

Showing off your heart

Is everything against me?

I don’t think you are

Here’s the truth

Four frames in a booth

Flash your eyes

And catch me surprised

Separate

You move on, I still wait for what’s done

And all your echoes are gone

It’s coming up against me

Showing off your heart

Is everything against me?

I don’t think you are

It’s coming up against me

Showing off your heart

Is everything against me?

It’s coming up against me

Showing off your heart

Is everything against me?