Madonnas and Whores

When I was alone
In my own narcissistic way
All I could feel was love for everything
Now that I’m with you
In my own altruistic way
All I can feel is just jealousy
So discontent with this concept
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential
All of these madonnas
They’re pretending to be whores
And all of these whores
They’re looking for comfort
There is no way to conform
Through these vigilant eyes
It’s all black and white
There are no pictures on these pages
Like cold machinery
My heart keeps beating punctually
Although there’s rhythm
There’s no music
So discontent with all of this
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential
All of my madonnas
They’re pretending to be whores
And of all my whores
Are looking for comfort
There is no way to conform
Conform