歌词
Summer wakes up in the morning,
picks apart her clothing,
and sands away her face
she was told her glow was blinding
to put away her lightning
and keep it herself
dancer stands inside her mirror
turns up the exposure
and makes herself a print
and she wears
the picture 'round her collar
hoping that she's honest
or broke enough to sell
I just want be a commodity
make me how you like it
buy me at the market
and tell me that you want me
do you want me?
writer, breathing through a filter,
tries to start a fire
turning friction into verse
and he lays
with his face down in an ocean
trying to soak his dry pen
and saturate his vision
I just want to be a commodity
make me how you like it
buy me at the market
and tell me that you want me
do you want me?
summer, sneaks back in her bedroom
when the night's in full bloom
and prays she'll be alright