Untitled The Brave Little Abacus

If it ever adds up to isolation
Tap me on the back and I’ll find the train
Being alone takes it out of me
While walking away takes me

Embarrassment, is that all I can find?
In the nooks and crannies, in the burrows of my own mind
Will I prove myself? My masculinity
Oh God, examine
Please examine me

The wasted photographs
Infestation means another man’s trash is not my treasure
Yes, ownership does have it's perks but not mine
No, not mine
Don’t do this to me, they’re not mine

The yearned for autographs
Infatuation means another man’s trash is indeed my pleasure
Yes, ownership does have it's perks but not mine
No, not mine
Don’t do this to me, they’re not
They’re not, they’re not mine

Would somebody else hold the rifle for once?
Is this disease kicking in or are the headphones letting me know who it is that I am?
Checkpoint’s blocked by the sea
Everyone seems so sad, or is it me?
Or is it the small huntress with the kite?
Cause I don’t know what to think
Of all the consumers inside her small figurative heart