shoes on my feet still taste sweet walk to the station check notifications scrolling through there s nothing new why are conversations just insinuations i never learn you don t ask tell me what s good for me i never i ve known you notice tell me what i need faces plugged in drooping their chin eyes forced forward falsely rewarded communicating endlessly waiting for the detach we can do better we can do better we can do better we can do better we can do better we can do better we can do better we can do better i never i know you don t ask you tell me what s good for me i never i know you notice tell me what i need 