attention
(1.7.21)

stand in my mind. it's empty but it's full
the letter hangs in my hand, ripped at the top a little
i printed out ten cents a page, i paid a dollar
the only sounds are the cars and the buttons on my collar

how does it feel to always have my attention?
i stare at you longingly when you don't know?
chin on my hand, you're a wonderful distraction
sometimes, most times

excitement pours out of me, i try to contain
why's it matter if they don't care? they'd say that anyway
i printed out ten cents a page, not enough for color
i only had a dollar

how does it feel to always have my attention?
i smile in my mask at the thought of just you
head in my hands, what a pathetic disraction
but is it if i like it?

say hi to me when you walk in the door
i can't tell how you feel which the expression you wore
i printed out ten cents a page, not enough for color
if only i had just one more dollar

how does it feel to always have my attention?
i've been waiting for you, to see through all my desperate glares
i try to stop, it's an incapable distraction
but it isn't, 'cause i like it
no, it isn't, and i like it
oh, it isn't, 'cause i like it