From the vending machine
Opportunistic light I breathe
There’s a tale so tall within me
There are tones in your voice
That steal the scene
Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
From the vending machine
Love and art
Love and art
You could never see it in me

The seams show
I’m held together by the threads
I stitched alone
There’s love and art
That you could never see in me
You’re hollowed out
Pull apart the seams

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

From the vending machine
A peculiar scene plays out between
The light and the cells in me
There’s a look on your face
That’s drowning me

Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
From the vending machine
Love and art
Love and art
You could never see it in me

The seams show
I’m held together by the threads
I stitched alone
There’s love and art
That you could never see in me
You’re hollowed out
Pull apart the seams

43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51

From the vending machine
Appetite for my family bleeds
I can feel that you’ve let go of me
A horrific emptiness
In your small talk

Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
Love and art
From the vending machine
Love and art
Love and art
You could never see it in me

The seams show
I’m held together by the threads
I stitched alone
There’s love and art
That you could never see in me
You’re hollowed out
Pull apart the seams

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter