I'm Glad You're Happy

Stare at screens Fiend for feeds and I scroll New York City Deals its hand and I fold It's coming up against me Showing off your heart Is everything against me? I don't think you are Here's the truth Four frames in a booth Flash your eyes And catch me surprised Separate You move on, I still wait for what's done And all your echoes are gone It's coming up against me Showing off your heart Is everything against me? I don't think you are It's coming up against me Showing off your heart Is everything against me? It's coming up against me Showing off your heart Is everything against me?