Algorithms (cyber)

This is a game that I didn't mean to start How could you know? How could you know my heart? Expectations are the death of things I open my mouth, but this time I won't sing Passed out on the floor again Red-eyed silly baby with your contacts in I eat ice cream at the kitchen sink Telling you how to feel Say something Give me a minute to take it in Give me an hour I'll shed my skin I've got this outfit I'm tired of living in You can call it out Kiss me and tell me to leave it out Sometimes I live in my head for hours With algorithms all trying to freak me out They'vе followed me hell and back I'll lovе you if you leave me in tact It's not an heirloom it's not a wedding dress Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I feel something less Mad drunk at your oldest friend's Holding back the words case we're wrong again Sharing jokes at our own expense Hoping for something real Say something Give me a minute to take it in Give me an hour I'll shed my skin I've got this armour I'm tired of living in You can call it out Shake me and tell me to leave it out Sometimes I live in my head for hours With algorithms all trying to freak me out They followed me hell and back I'll love you if you leave me in tact Hold me like a some poetry you know by heart Hera Lindsey Bird says you're a work of art I'm drinking decaf coffee, writing nursery rhymes Trawling through the alphabet, I haven't found a pattern yet