Mat Kerekes
The Clubs/The People’s Attention
A picture hangs on my wall and hears what I talk about
I'm drawing circles and I'm getting dizzy now
Oh, how've you been? I haven't seen you around
All is fine if you believe it, just don't talk about it
Sit in a phone booth to act like you don't exist
Ah, I'm prescription-less but I'm making it
There's a hole in my window if you want to sneak in
There's a crack in my windshield and I'm waiting for it to cave in
Oh, my reflection is looking a lot older now
The wind is singing again, carrying me with it
Glitter eyes from the drinks, we are so important
All of the lights from the clubs and the people's attention
All of the snakes sing their song, we die for all of them
I'm not even your friend and I died for that
All of our selfish time spent, hoping no one will notice
Fragile mouths in our hands, didn't you notice?