Selfist

I wear my shape like a costume Ah it sits just right You say I turn around myself Like it’s a crime to stay inside I measure days with my own hands To see how far they stretch and slide Call it loud so I can hear it Selfist sitting crystal clear I draw myself around my motion I choose the angle I prefer If you stand back and point a finger I still remain the same observer I keep small proof inside my pockets Tiny maps of where I’ve been Not for praise or decoration Just to feel my edges lean Say it again it doesn’t shake me Selfist fits me easily I draw myself around my motion I choose the angle I prefer If you stand back and point a finger I still remain the same observer Ah I stay within my contour I draw myself around my motion Ah selfist sitting still