Face down in a basket of brioche Dreaming my problems had no calorie count The mirror doesn't add anymore pounds Since I hit the limit it's just overflow now Big meeting with my hands clasped together A bit one-sided but he's hearing me out Should I have dressed a little bit better The whole thing's left me riddled with doubt What happened to the way that it once was We're a lot louder but the content's gone south Hashtag no filter on our public appearance When the computer's open more than our mouths I don't know if I should stay or go I don't know if I should stay or go