Phantom Regret by Jim A Poem by Jim Carrey & The Weeknd genius.com And if your broken heart's heavy when you step on the scale You'll be lighter than air when they pull back the veil Consider the flowers, they don't try to look right They just open their petals and turn to the light melancholynaturedeathgardens
But we're not there A Fragment by Alan Jacobs hedgehogreview.com Get your fucking hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me ...But we’re not there. There’s a cheering-audience soundtrack, but it’s fake, Burnham knows it’s fake, he’s the one who put it there. He doesn’t know whether we’re watching, whether our hands are up, whether all eyes are on him. Bo Burnham: Inside