If My Life Was a Movie Produced by A24

If my life was a movie produced by A24

I'd be sickly important and bored at the order of day

I'd rise in the evening

Transition to afternoon, and throw my life away

On liquor and leather Bottega Veneta

On pennies and pills and waiting for Goddard frills

My life would be a nuanced metaphor for capitalism

And I'd drink and just think of the apathy

Of the rolling TV and the background news

My exes, subtext, and today's who's who

I'd deliver my monologue to the person it was written about

And scream

Get out my fucking house

I'd shake out my shirt and cross fake blood off my red neck

I'd piss on a Harley Davidson, and fret my arrest

I'd leave home

But I'd always write back to Sacramento

Sucker baby 16, listening to Siegfried and

Can you pass the spliff please

A light flare in graveyard mist

A mumbled, fumbled domestic rift

It's the l'efance nue

Call your mother or call it a truce

Lingerie swimming pool blue if you meet me at five at the deuce

We'll get off like it's

We'll get off like it's

Palo Santo in a Ford Fiesta

Like I'm made in the 90s but still a genXer

Like I'm a social commentary, because in the state of this economy

I think I'd be played by Rachel Sennot or maybe Mia Goth

And I'd quite like to marry Harris Dickinson with his hair buzzed off

So sick of the sick of the silence

In the back of the screen

It's your plastic violence

That I came to see

My life is an idler wheel

That rhymes with machine

And from reality

I make belief

Lost in the limelight

It's there in the tree

Who is that staring at me

Staring at me?

With shoes of showgirl

Make up serene

From reality

I make belief

Scene 1 Everybody run

Scene 2 Everybody find meaning in a red balloon

Inhale with your lungs and correct your transatlantic mood

Scene 3 everybody scream

Everybody bloody murder horror in a shopping mall dream

Scene 4 Knock at the door It's Lucas Hedges with Alexa Demie

Scene 5 Do your dark dance to staying alive

Scene 6 Get your red light fix, find your montage mix, tell them you believe the witch

Scene 7 Build the tension then break it down with a musical number and a, noble fate

Scene 8 We end with a dinner date, and while the credits role, we can meditate

Welcome to the show

Where nobody knows you

Welcome to the scene

Life is but a dream

Welcome to my show

Hey it's to know you

Welcome to the scene

This this life is a dream

So sick of the sick of the silence

In the back of the screen

It's your plastic violence

That I came to see

My life is a idler wheel

Rhymes with machine?

And from reality

I make belief

Lost in the limelight

It's there in the trees

Who is that staring at me

Staring at me?

With Shoes of showgirl

Make up serene

From her reality

I make belief

I've been having these strange dreams

I've been seeing faces, and bodies and hands and trees

And when I wake up, I can feel it all and like it's real

When I walk about my day it's there in the back of my mind

It's on my skin, it's on my tongue, it's on my television