Clay

Hop on out of my bed like a hunk of clay My sick mind likes to sculpt it throughout the day Its mediums are mirrors, lighting, windows, and grey Perspectives about self worth that ruin my day Try not to place such value on these statues I create My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway My body isn't morphing It's just my mind likes to play It likes to play My hunk of clay It's like my consciousness lays its tools out in an array And chisels out a shape it never wants to display Behaving as if it were Bernini's protege Not pausing to consider how my tears ricochet Try not to place such value on these statues I create My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway My body isn't morphing It's just my mind likes to play It likes to play My hunk of clay Unconscious array Fucking up my day Please just go away Leave me with my clay Unconscious array Fucking up my day Let me be okay Just me an my clay It likes to play Try not to place such value on these statues I create My mind just won't stop playing with my body and my face If I can't see me clearly fuck a mirror anyway My body isn't morphing It's just my mind likes to play It likes to play My hunk of clay It likes to play (My hunk of clay) My hunk of clay (Clay) My hunk of clay