I know this seems self-centred but I am so I don't care
Though things have gone to **** I still look good in underwear
I save up my best life for my social media
A healthy mix of comedic vulnerability for love
What am I?
I think I'm running out of time
No-one's problems outweigh mine
What's wrong with nights alone and wine?
That's not the truth, not even close
I spend my time walking around talking to ghosts
But what's real is my friend's lost two kids
I should get over myself and all my ******* business
Selene, Selene
Sometimes I lie awake at night consumed by jealousy
With all my Catholic shame that radiates from inside me
I romanticise over thoughts of you and I
From holidays to Christmas plays to being the father of your child
What am I?
I think I'm running out of time
No-one's problems outweigh mine
And you are never on my mind
That's not the truth, no not at all
I move around this space shuffling from wall to wall
But what's the answer? My friend's got cancer
I should get out of my head and over myself
Selene
Selene
Selene
Selene