Sunburn

Display my frayed arms for applause;
Bow when the curtain calls the show to end with cause
Sustain dismay while I suture up the name
Engraved in scrapes along the box that I have made

No synonyms for futures that don’t come:
Succumb to being numb for quick compensation
“Well who’s to blame for the container I’m confined?”
I ask unknowingly with my name along the side

Maybe I need a sunburn
To feel the heat of life return!
I’m afraid of the future
Cause I know it will hurt

Lather up the sunscreen for the end of the world;
Were words worth the praise if no one even heard?
Would you return if the audience was assured?
It never really solved what occurred

Constricted wrists itch at the flaw of the design
And all the pretty people laugh at the right time
Where I’m going, there’s simply no salvation
Trapped within a box of my own making

Maybe I need a sunburn
To feel the heat of life return!
I’m Afraid of the future
Cause I know it will hurt

To be honest I’m ashamed; there’s only me to blame for this!
Commodified experience hoping strangers would return my innocence!
I’m looking for salvation in the expression of your faces!
Someone tell me, do you think I’m worth saving?

Maybe I need a sunburn
To feel the heat of life return!