​​​hysteria is impossible without an audience

[Verse 1: Nick Crawford]
Let's set the stage with a compact mirror in your bathroom
I wanna look appealing for you
So she'll squeeze into that black dress and her high heels
That are too tall for her own sake
Make a mockery of the fashion scene
She committed robbery but it was foreseen
Anticipation at its best
You left it all in the cards
For us all to see
Let the kids go blind in the meantime, hopefully
They'll see the bigger picture
She's composed, but callous
These heels don't fit her

[Chorus: Nick Crawford]
You're the poster girl, you livе for glamour
But your eyes just lack conviction
Oh, silly me, whеre are my manners?
This is not an exposé
She's the poster girl, she lives for glamour
But her eyes just lack conviction
Oh, silly me, where are my manners?
This is not an exposé

[Bridge: Nick Crawford]
This is not an exposé, an expo—
This is not an exposé, an expo—
This is not an exposé

[Verse 2: Christian Cicilia]
If I ever thought ahead
I could spare myself the thought of this
Late nights up in bed
Wondering how things could've ended up instead
Watch it from the end
I'm afraid of the beginning
Details in the middle churn my stomach to no end
I hate to pretend
God knows I could never fend for myself if he threw me in the deep end
You threw me in the deep end
With no regard, no remorse
It's getting hard of course
How would you feel if it were you?
How would you feel if it were you?

[Outro: Christian Cicilia]
Move on with no thought of the obstacles
I never could stand the thought of me
But I could never stop being a part of you
And there's nothing you could do to ever bother me
Move on with no thought of the obstacles
I never could stand the thought of me
But I could never stop being a part of you
And there's nothing you could do to ever bother me