The Parasocialite

Make-believe and candid attitudes In LED of red and green and blue Loyalty and People being cruel I hope it's something I don't have to do Pouring over everything in sight Silver screens are squaring up my eyes Catching up on worshiping your life But faith is more than thinking that its right The picture is still Lacking the will Start feeling ill from blue light These kicks and these digs Rip through my ribs And pull at whatever they can find You're a stone in my shoe Lash in my view Turning my screw You're on my mind I find, lately You're on my mind I find, daily You're on my mind I find, lately You're on my mind I find, baby