Canvas

You wrapped yourself in mirrors
You wrapped yourself in mirrors.

the bathroom wasn't enough
for your features to be exposed
to the only one of import
to the fucking princess of the world

you try to transform your passionless existence
by drowning in your lipstick
feverish you sheathe it like a sword
like you're a heroin of a cause
but it's just another form of heroine
kept just outside your jaws
you realise it's a vapid form of self-expression
but you do it anyway
because how else can you say
"I could be beautiful
with my blank canvas
paint me every shade of grey
paint me every shade of grey"