Just confess - we are parodies of ourselvesnSwear you'll read - all those all those books on the shelvesnnBusy with friends - that don't look at your facenWe're comin' clean - steadily losin' our placennDon't you just want - to scream and shoutnAll about - the things we go withoutnnI stole my phonenI bit into every sour tastenPretend I'm not - tired and beholden dear