We feed ourselves
By scrolling through our feed online
But somehow the hunger diminishes
And now we're just binging
Turning into beer belly uncles and aunties at young ages
But we can't bear to face our faces in the mirror
Because we know we're intoxicated by social liquor
We feed ourselves
By scrolling through our feed online
Only to throw back up the poison perceptions we've digested
Left in a messy state
Smelly breaths of drunk liars invading our space and whistling in our ears
Trying to make us slumber with their utter gutter garbage
If home is where the heart is
Maybe we're homeless
Maybe our hearts have been taken from us
Or maybe we traded it
For like ...erm
Maybe we traded it for like erm...
For likes
We can no longer afford to feed ourselves
So now we're stuck begging for the attention of someone so generous enough to give it to us
We don't have an appetite
And it's leading to a sickness
I've definitely lost mine
Literally
Maybe I'm just being lazy and can't be asked to cook and I'm more conscious about my weight
But now the feed is too much weight for me
And I'm getting a headache
The other day I hopped off socials for just under a week
And I felt strong
Oh man I felt peace
We feed ourselves
By scrolling through our feed online
Trying to strategize in the marketplace
I'm just not sure whether we'll like what we find