***, I’m so overwhelmed I’m so tired I got a full eight hours Yet I never caught up at all And I’m tired once again And again
I’m not quite sure how much longer I can function like this But a warm embrace has saved me from a graceless death Without it, I’m not quite sure Where the **** I would be
I sit around and read all these things I’m told to read To get good marks For some apparent reason I think I’m learning But honestly, I haven’t been sure for years
I’m getting by, I’m sure it’ll be all right Yet I stare out the window, expecting something more Is this really all there is? Another cup of coffee, another thing to read, another thing to write This is all that is expected of me
In all actuality, I don’t ******* matter But maybe that’s perfectly okay Perfectly okay…
It’s so cold outside And I need a new vision I hope it comes to me soon… I hope it comes to me soon…
Oh the glorious content And the endless 1’s and 0’s Lord I can barely breathe
I’m asking for some relaxation But all I’m getting is a more stressful equation Oh the infinite content
A shame that we want to entertain us all Without asking what the **** we’re even doing Make sure you follow all the news It’s too late, I have new content I must obtain From timelines and feeds That are constantly calling This silly amount of selfish content Oh, I feel it has given me so much But has it given me anything at all Except a static reaction That gives a cold sense of empathy
For only a brief moment... For only a brief moment...
I sit back, wandering and wavering I’m not quite sure where I am in this plot But I don’t think it is six feet under I try my best to listen But I’m just doing okay And *** only knows when the **** it’ll be great.
Oh the energy I lack For all the ******* Four years of this schooling Four years of that schooling While barely surviving What a crock of ****.
I don’t hate it all It was educational some of the time But now I leave within a few months With confusion and fuzzy memories Of things I never did And things I never wanted to do
I don’t matter But that’s alright Just another speck On this pale blue dot Filled with infinite content And I laugh and laugh and be entertained Christ, is this all there really is? Does any of this matter? I don’t matter
I feel drained Another day Can’t even focus on the coffee cup The only thing keeping me going Is the falseness of this American Dream Oh man I’m already a debt ***** But I’ll get through it When I’m 50 I feel drained
But there’s no cause for concern We wouldn’t wanna upset the status quo Get a good job pay those debts Can you breathe yet? Probably not No alarms and no surprises The true American Dream As you drown in the poison But there’s no cause for concern
One last time for the people in the back I’m having a heart attack but I made it to 50 I ate like **** and it’s my time to die But I got my quiet suburban home And a wife that I love And 2 beautiful children And a job I hate One last time for the people in the back
Maybe I’m being too cynical It’s not that bad There’s tragic flaws surrounding the great US of A But I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta function Even if I don’t matter I can breathe and that’s a relief Maybe I’m just being too cynical...