Scrolling through versions

Of my friends I’ve never met

Feeling lonelier now than that birthday

Where I stayed in bed

My eyes are stinging

Is it the phone light or the weed?

I think I’m slipping

Can somebody catch me?

Mm, what’s real anymore?

Is anybody happy?

Are they in love?

Are there just pictures of the places

Where we wanna live but don’t?

I could be projecting but it’s hard to tell

Are we just standing in the bottom of the canyon

Hoping somebody hears our yell?

Using my better judgement

I get up and pull the blinds

The days already moving

I don’t wanna get left behind

I put on my favorite pants

And I start to take a walk

I think it’s fucked up how I know what I need

But most days, I just don’t

Mm, what’s real anymore?

Is anybody happy?

Are they in love?

Are there just pictures of the places

Where we wanna live but don’t?

I could be projecting but it’s hard to tell

Are we just standing in the bottom of the canyon

Hoping somebody hears our yell?

Are we just standing in the bottom of the canyon

Hoping somebody hears our yell?

Are we just lost in the algorithm

Hoping somebody can tell?

Scrolling through versions of my friends that I’ve

never met, hoping that they know I can see them.