[Tyler]
I’ve got a strange superpower
I can turn invisible
When I walk through the hallways you don’t have a clue..
But I see you
Every day, Every hour
Like a fly on Liberty’s wall
I see life from my lens’ point of view

I’m the creep radio head
With the mop on his head
And the negatives in his brain...
All the girls think that he’s cute
Cause he’s shy and he’s mute
But they “just don’t see him that way”
11th grade, pure cellophane
You barely know his name
And you don’t ask

Because he’s gone in a flash
Always falling short so he never seems too attached
I’m daydreaming of Ivy League and bowls of green
To fade away anxiety
Voices go unheard, but a picture’s worth a thousand words

Let’s begin with the lowly scholars
AP LIT and honor roll, one day they’ll rule the world
But now they hide
It’s the only way that they can get by
Then we have the elite artists
They’ll probably go the farthest
Quoting “Gypsy”, kinda hipsty, usually high
They’re all so deep and sweet and bi
Then there’s the apes and the Barbies
Playing games, throwing parties
They're always so on brand
The girls all hate each other, the guys act like they’re brothers
I don’t understand
I float somewhere in between
Not quite a pawn, far from the king
Unseen ...

But I’ll be gone in a flash
Why linger in this moment when I know that it won’t last?
I’m pushing through to Ivy League and finer things
Like critic acclaimed galleries
My voice may be unheard, but a pictures worth a thousand-

[Hannah]
Hey, could you maybe help me?
My locker won’t open; I have class in three..
First day- hurray
It's been okay
Except my locker won’t open oh, and by the way
I’m Hannah, nice camera
Do you have a name?

[Tyler]
She sees cellophane...
(Opens her locker, takes a photo of her)
Finally, a brand new subject
Hope my stares weren’t suspect
A lovely change inside the frame
A friendly face
I wonder if she’ll last in this place
Either way, she’s intriguing
Not afraid to see me
Seems she’s also being noticed by the apes
But she’s gone in a flash
Does she even feel the lustful eyes on her... back?
I want to discover what is under the facade of the 8th wonder
Seems this camera, is focusing on Hannah
The artist finds the muse...

I’ve got a great superpower
I can turn invisible, when I walk through the hallways
You won’t have a clue
But I’ll see you