I ran from my love today.

That's better than punching it in the stomach,
Giving that old man of the future something to cringe about.

But I still ran. I picked up my guitar
And I put it down
I filled the lonely living room with uncomfortable ramblings
And I didn't apply for a new job today

I felt the foamy laps of time wash my dreams away
I compared my dreams to a past lover
Because I wasted today.

I did my chores and thought about that hateful ball and chain
I danced around the edges of my brain
I played Jeopardy with Alexa
And I felt completely drained

You never hear about the ones who tried but couldn't rise above society
You never read about the unfortunate would-bes of history
Someone might find their journal and find a little fire in the pages
Find a little fight in a dead man's wages

Against the tyranny of entropy
And cold society
Against resentments for his family

My sanity is already unwinding
I've come loose
I think about what could have been
I think about how terrible it is that mistreatment and misunderstanding ruled over my life
And who else is out there, I'm with you
Still fighting,
Whatever.