We All Need Mr. Flask

we've weaved ourselves perfect and can't lift a finger, yearning for a jump-scare but too tired to care,

until you come along and dare us to be

through sarcasm that stumbles in so suddenly

like liquid candy in the middle of a drowsy day with buzzing snakes

making us drop our pencils and phones and everything in-between

at that moment, this rawness in your eyes reveals itself on the sly through a trivial joke,

exposing the two inch carpet stuck to the floor

now i think it doesn't matter what happens after that

it's like, you're so real

i think we all need that

we all really need that