Look at you
Just the right amount
Of fake self-hatred
Mixed with ample
Doses of vanity
Disguised as
Openness and sincerity
Good for you
Pretending to suffer
Not having the slightest clue
About shame
About loss and pain
Roll up your sleeves
So that everyone can see
Your ornamental,
Self-inflicted, little scars
While you throw back drinks
With Bandini and me
