I am the Harvest - Medications

This is not accommodating anymore

I don’t think it ever was

The ghost you keep around to watch you breathe

Ends up asleep on the floor

Ironically

I’m alternate

Apparently

I’m the face

I declare this city’s all my own

A personal art exhibition

We’re all sick of this now, so if there’s room

I’ll ride the coattails with you

Ironically

I’m alternate

Apparently

I’m the face of this generation

Ironically

I’m alternate

Allegedly

I’m the voice

Look but please don’t touch

What I meant was something less significant and typical

What I meant was