Dragging out the dead relationships
You commemorate in digital form
It’s a picture parade
Tossing candy to hands waiting for their score
Floating by the door you wave towards
But they’ll forget all of your decor
They want more and more
Feeding a crowd
Feeding a crowd
There’s a hundred mouths on your couch
Feeding a crowd
Feeding a crowd
You create the taste they crave now
And in a feedback loop they feed it back to you
Looking through your never ending scroll
And you found I’m something you might like
Felt like I was an underdog fan favorite
And it’s my bobblehead night
Number 25 Mark Price
But souvenirs mean the most at first sight
So you toss em left and right
Feeding a crowd
Feeding a crowd
There’s a hundred mouths on your couch
Feeding a crowd
Feeding a crowd
You create the taste they crave now
And in a feedback loop they feed it back to you
All the love you traded made you more aloof
To a simpler one that’s underneath your roof
So you use html code to decipher your truth
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