I left my phone at the hotel.
Everyone else had theirs.
It’s quite a story to tell —
I am the only one who cares.

Everyone was taking photos
To post on Instagram.
No one looked at the shows,
No one gave a ****.

About the songs,
The lyrics, the words.
Everybody longs
To be free, like birds.

But they all just look at their screens
Instead of seeing, feeling this.
I don’t know what that means —
I try to feel bliss.

It kind of works.
I love the music, the lights.
The people on phones are jerks.
Happiness isn’t one of our rights —

It’s a choice.