As we live in our heads
Unconvinced by the world

We come to regret 
Times acted the fool

Making excuses 
For truths ugly to chew

We’re vulgar little monsters
Sometimes beautiful

We break our own hearts
Out of morbid curiosity

Picking a scab
Needing to see what we feel

Stepping on an ant 
Knowing which forms bleed 

Analyzing our partners 
With rounds of expensive drinks