Sat in a cafe a Márquez novel in front of me
Too hungover to read it
And in front of that I hold my phone
And my shakey fingers take a picture of it
I'll never read that fucking book
But the photos will look so romantic
And future generations will know me
By the trail of my intellect
We are all such narcissists
Pictures or we don't exist
We are all such narcissists
oh yeah
We are all such narcissists
We're the jizz in the wet dreams of capitalists
We are all such narcissists
But it's hard when the world don't want you to exist
I left the caff it was a beautiful day
I was high on grandiosity
Mind dreaming of someone hot
I walked out into the sunlit city
By the canal, pass a bridge, see a bike
Looked up and saw a pigeon impaled upon a spike
I reported it to my phone as though it was
An important scientific discovery
Oh narcissistics notorious
What chance have we of recovery?
We are all such narcissists
Pictures or we don't exist
We are all such narcissists
We're the jizz in the wet dreams of capitalists
We are all such narcissists
But it's hard when the world don't want you to exist
And it's hard when you're scared
scared to be alone
and everyone's living inside your phone
In versions of themselves so uncomplicated
And you can be a version of you you never hated
And it's hard when you grow up despising yourself
But computer says no, you can be something else
Look up see the stars
It's the end of the day
I never noticed my mind's wasting away