take the monster out of your head
he’s making the script
he’s making you fend

approval at the heart of desire
but darling, aren’t you tired?
aren’t you sick of being wired?
sick of preaching lines,
sick of seeing signs

it’s all show and tell for them
give it away, let’s play pretend
you’re watering the garden
while they all grow and bend

but you don’t sing
it’s you that’s suffering
it’s not you thriving, but them
it’s you surviving, and dying again

send a message to your friend
tell her we will make amends
tell her we will build again
but this time, it’s you, not them