Happy people aren't actually people
Brains are smooth and hearts made of plastic
Of plastic
When you touch me I'm shocked I have a body
When you touch me at times wish I was energy
Just energy
In the car when your gloom stained my shoulder
Tried to kiss me but your tears tasted like death to me
You were dead to me
That night in the car you were ghost and I was flesh
Did I stroke the breeze or your hair?
Your hair
Happy people aren't actually people
Vacant grins sent to make me feel hollow
I feel hollow
When sad people meet actual people
They weep together but alone
Alone
We weep together but alone, alone