Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
Alex Fogarty
My mind like a TV, it has you on
Running constantly, til the power is gone
And every second I’m drawn
You’re like expensive jewelry I can’t pawn
Stuck to my name and forever on
TV out on the front lawn
Watch each scene as it’s rained on
Breaking out, glitching, but it’s still on
Til’ the last pixel, it’s not gone