Fishbowl Town from Little Truths by Wild Sun

Put the pundits on an endless loop; they know more about you than you know about you.
A full newscast of every lover past, “She wasn’t his first, he wasn’t her last.”
It’s idle kind of thinking, but it’s second skin—we chastise our friends for the same damn things.
Watch your secrets become headlines, you’re a secondary source for your own life.

Can we do without the news? Don’t need to know who’s in cahoots with my brother.
It’s a fishbowl town so the word gets around before we’re even under the covers.
So none of us ever can get off easily.

Tie a paper trail to both of your feet, so I know all the things you’ve done before we even meet.
Sell your friends out over some drinks and tell me why they ‘re wrong, as if I cared what you think.
A spoken inventory of who is getting laid, while you’re thinking to yourself, “Wow, I bet it felt great.”
God forbid we draw the line.

Can we do without the news? Don’t need to know who’s in cahoots with my brother.
It’s a fishbowl town so the word gets around before we’re even under the covers.
So none of us ever can get off easily.

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