someone's 1950s dream

You gift me your white picket fence dreams
when I never fucking asked for them

I'm the glass bubble everyone looks in on
complete with a fairy tale ending
no one has ever asked if I'm living

I'm not
but what does that matter
when fantasy blooms brighter
than reality

I sometimes wonder
if maybe I'm too jaded for all this

I've become everything I hate
but let's play for appearances
let's play for fake smiles
let's play for things that don't really matter
let's keep pretending I don't really matter

You gift me your white picket fence dreams

I never fucking asked for your fantasies