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