Ickytown

I don't feel real sometimes
Take my breath away, so I know that it was there
In the first place
Lay on the floor sometimes
Don't know if I straighten my spine or my brain
But it's nice to feel like I am not spinning
Do I really fall if no one is listening?
Am I really here if I am not seen?
I mean I know that I am but you know what I mean
Are my words a performance and you're just paying a ticket, being decent to me
Am I really valued or is it economics?
Short supply, high demand, so you buy what's on the market
Am I just decor to spruce up the suburb?
Am I just a product you struggle to bottle?
Can't tame the grownup, so brainwash the child
They don't treat you the same with your race in the wild