put me on a pedestal

: listen

 

My internal monologue

Is saturated analogue

It's scratched and drifting,

I've become attached to the idea,

It's all a shifting dream bittersweet philosophy

I've got no idea how I even got here

 

I'm resentful,

I'm having an existential time crisis

What bliss!

Daylight savings won't fix this mess.

Under-worked and over-sexed

I must express my disinterest.

The rats are back inside my head

What would Freud've said?

 

Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint

You tell me I'm exceptional and I promise to exploit you

Give me all your money and I'll make some origami, honey

I think you're a joke but I don't find you very funny

Done