screen glow on my face
Typing in my bathrobe
like it’s some grand stage
Click clack stories
of a crooked little day
Hit “post” and suddenly
they’re tipping me to play
Blurt, baby, Blurt
get paid to tell your tale
Little jokes, big thoughts
let that weird ship sail
Blurt, baby, Blurt
hit send and watch it rain
Enjoy your life, hit that site
and stack those coins again (oh yeah)
Snap that alley mural
old train rolling slow
Cat in the window
steals the whole damn show
Write about a movie
nobody ever saw
Call it “avant-something”
I got frames, I got films
I got songs half-wrong
Got a plate of cold fries
turning into a poem
I got paint on my hands
ink under my nails
Every odd little angle
is a tip in the mail (hm)
[low vocal register]
Art, film, photo
music, midnight snack
I just live my life
site’s watching my back
[whispered vocals]
Type, post, smirk, repeat