Industry

Warm Coca-cola in Dixie Cups
But my body’s cold and numb
Step in the shower and see
If my skin’s still foreign to me

The air is humid and I'm
Screaming for attention
Walk down 28th to feel right again
Flower District biding my time again

Pander to me
Tell me just who I am

Immortalize me in Mod Podge
Immortalize me in sin
My tombstone reads so clearly
“Here Lies The Next Big Thing”

Buyin’ up all my time, and I...
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up

Buyin’ up all my time, and I...
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up

Feel like those mystery liquids
You find on New York City streets
Unnamed and walked all over
Steady stilettos walk all over me

Pander to me
Tell me just who I am

Pander to me
Tell me just who I am
Millennial pink, gluten-free
It’s not a lack of interest
It’s a lack of obsession
The temptation makes you look ugly

Buyin’ up all my time, and I...
The industry knows me
Still feelin’ empty
Buy me, buy me up