I was made to move
but I never wrote that song
now I'm a stranger to everyone
I try to think it's okay
they're still strangers to me
but they don't even know I sing
right now
I'm just some pretty cardboard
I think they'd hate my words
if I let them read
so I just shut up
but they still buy me
capitalistic social standing
fuck them for flattering me
I could be something new
I could let my hard drive crash
I could let anyone take me off my rack (and carry me home)
but when some printer mixed two inks
the colors would not blend
no one knows what strange color I am
right now
I'm just some pretty cardboard
I think they'd hate my words
if I let them read
so I just shut up
but they still buy me
capitalistic social standing
fuck them for flattering me
I'm trying to sell
myself
to my target
audience
but when you're strange
the people you love
and the people you hate
they look the same
