VANITY MARCH

Oh my god

Not another condo

You can't spell development

Without the devil

Don't you see?

You're fucking with my authenticity

In order for me to succeed

I at least need to seem to be

Living on the edge of my memory foam bed

And I love my pain

I'm milking it hard out here in the mundane

Because I can't see past myself these days

I can't see past myself these days

But when I'm not around I wanna know what they say

I don't care

Who you know

If what you make

Has no soul

What does it really mean

To be the queen

Of a world where

No one really sees?

But it's ok, it doesn't work that way anyway

And you love your pain

You're milking it hard out here in the mundane

Because you can't see past yourself these days

Because you can't see past yourself these days

But when you're not around you wanna know what they say

I can't see past myself these days

You can't see past yourself these days

I can't see past myself these days

But when I'm gone for good who’s gonna come to the funeral?