Sights

Fill in the blanks of your design
Technological desire
In truth they seek to comfort minds
But comfort is a liar

You eat, you sleep
You think you couldn't be more tired
And all the looks and the clicks
Insatiable belief that you need it to feel a little higher

There are sights cameras won't see
There is no grasping time
You walked right past opportunity
It's always coming back to haunt you

And in the darkest of the nights
It comes to haunt me when I sleep
I cannot speak I cannot scream
Still I don't believe

You smell like rotten cheese
And hugs like loneliness
To throw around my stuff is not clever enough
But you do it regardless

There are sights cameras won't see
There is no grasping time
You walked right past opportunity
It's always coming back to haunt you

Now