There is nothing here for me

Ugly glamour

Vain deceit

Rapacious glutton

Blatant statement......... Of nothing

The Glitz, the glamour

The fashion, the fuss

The show, the sham

The face and the fraud

There is nothing I could want here


I did not invade your eyes with a brazen trick of the shade
I did not totter like a drunk on a skateboard passed your table


There is nothing to see here, come on move along, go home


I could not or would not know your sad little lies
I would probably weep if I saw behind your Rapunzel keep walls
You devour your day looking at reflections and paint
You can't see past the shaking brittle pink lace that engulfs
Yet if you asked another what or who they might be
A sad clown or a grey shadow could shake your world like a sneeze
You would lie blistered from the air that suddenly reached your new skin

There is nothing for me here

But you can't bring yourself to the surface
You're happy to drown, in the vinegar panstick that preserves
With your fat plastic tits and your hair tight as a drum
Shake off your naturality, and garb yourself technicolour
I'll try to be me as you try to be someone else

Together apart, looking one in and one out
Me me me, you you you

There really isn't anything here for me