living through y(our)selves.

atop the throne sits mr sandman himself
and miss pretentious princess
can it, put a fucking lid on it
and everything will be alright baby
and even though melancholy is my best friend;
and pessimism is my commander in chief
i'm learning how to lean on me and no one else
sandbox dreams are so unlimited
taint the real world with a rose shade
conglomeration of narcissism pressed between my sheets
and i'm the only one sleeping in my bed tonight
just like every night
alonely.