Don't be stupid
You know the many whispers aren't about you
But what if it's true?

Mild discomfort, oh joy, sweet haze
Coffee and creme brûlée cream
To prove we're walking on a dream

Grit teeth and putting on airs
Chains and chairs
A lifetime of lies on the news

Sparks and lit cigarettes
Golden dreams in darkened bars
Everyone is fighting so hard

Library fines from two blocks away
We should just pay
But here there be dragons

Threatening laughter, interim
Chores chock full of bitter grim
Will you be paper or plastic?

Can't hold a tune in a bucket
So **** it
Bang out the beat instead

Sound in every direction
Can't even take your own predilection
Switch it up every five minutes

Don't worry
Mortality means it's not permanent
Just learn to live with it