You Can Film Me

Driving in drag down the Moray Coast The boy who loved the least and worried the most Said, "love is for losers, lust is a boast" Such disdain for the natural world I've watched fathers and father figures lose all their words I've watched mothers and mother nature feeding the birds I overheard a boy flirt with the end of the world Maybe he was playing pretend But of course But of course But of course You can film me You can film me You can film me Quick as a flash Stripped back for cash I've lived so long my heroes are the absolute worst I've lived so long that everyone's convinced they're cursed I've lived so long the bubble has finally burst Who am I, where are my friends? But there's always time enough for grieving backstage For all the tears the words will barely notice the page I'm hanging off the raggedy end of my age Am I not meant to be baby? But of course But of course But of course You can film me You can film me You can film me Quick as a flash Stripped back for cash I'll show you Capable of such insufferable prose Incapable of anywhere but right on the nose Invariably, incurably underexposed Just let me take off my clothes But of course You can film me You can film me You can film me Quick as a flash Stripped back for cash But of course You can film me You can film me You can film me