VANITY MARCH

Oh my god, not another condo You can't spell development without the devil Don't you see? You're fucking with my authenticity In order for me to succeed, I at least need to seem to be Living on the edge of my memory foam bed And I love my pain I'm milking it hard out here in the mundane 'Cause I can't see past myself these days I can't see past myself these days But when I'm not around, I wanna know what they say I don't care who you know If what you make has no soul What does it really mean to be the queen Of a world where no one really sees? But it's okay, it doesn't work that way anyway And you love your pain You're milking it hard out here in the mundane 'Cause you can't see past yourself these days You can't see past yourself these days But when you're not around, you wanna know what they say I can't see past myself these days You can't see past yourself these days I can't see past myself these days But when I'm gone for good, who's gonna come to the funeral?