Sep 2020
Maybe thus far I could be accused of drifting through life
In first gear from 1990 to 2020
I think 30 years of that act is more than plenty
But now the world’s got uglier than just the British weather
Nobody’s on the streets
‘Cause they’re too busy buying loungewear
For the daily chore of sitting around thinking of new hobbies to take up
I’ve never seen so many dance routines
And **** model houses built from plasticine
By people who haven’t used their hands for good
Since scraping ice cream straight out of the tub
But you won’t find me doing anything like that
Or taking part in daily video calls to friends I’ve previously given up
I didn’t care about them then so why should I make the effort now?
Is it empathy or pity?
Compassion or selfishness?
Because when it goes to **** you don’t want to be found on your own
Regretting the time you ghosted them for no good reason
Apart from the fact you didn’t like them at all
But you’re not going to admit that to them now
In an existence of blurry contradictions
Where you’re not even sure what day it is
But all the same
It doesn’t stop you fighting passionately for things you didn’t give a **** about last year
All from the comfort of your armchair
Which I’m sure makes it easier for you from there
Or maybe I’m just being a little cynical
A burnt-out frustrated figure who shouldn’t be so critical
Of someone I have very little in common with anymore
Ever since that coincidental “epiphany” hit you right between the eyes
During a period where you’ve got more time on your hands
Than a prisoner serving life
But I’m sure it’s just a phase, no matter what you tell yourself
It might last a month or two
But you’ll soon be back craving the many ways you can escape the house
And a formerly unimaginably route back to work to
Because although it might seem it, now more so than ever
Life doesn’t just exist online
The nuances of interactions, no matter how socially distanced
Far outweighs a WhatsApp conversation consisting solely of gifs
And one word replies from people who refuse to make the effort
Maybe after a year of this,
We’ll all appreciate each other more
And we’ll find the necessary means to be accepting of everybody
Although, I’m not going to hold my breath
I have faith that there is at least a chance
That a silver lining can be found at the end of 20/20
Or whenever else it might care to show itself
In first gear from 1990 to 2020
I think 30 years of that act is more than plenty
But now the world’s got uglier than just the British weather
Nobody’s on the streets
‘Cause they’re too busy buying loungewear
For the daily chore of sitting around thinking of new hobbies to take up
I’ve never seen so many dance routines
And **** model houses built from plasticine
By people who haven’t used their hands for good
Since scraping ice cream straight out of the tub
But you won’t find me doing anything like that
Or taking part in daily video calls to friends I’ve previously given up
I didn’t care about them then so why should I make the effort now?
Is it empathy or pity?
Compassion or selfishness?
Because when it goes to **** you don’t want to be found on your own
Regretting the time you ghosted them for no good reason
Apart from the fact you didn’t like them at all
But you’re not going to admit that to them now
In an existence of blurry contradictions
Where you’re not even sure what day it is
But all the same
It doesn’t stop you fighting passionately for things you didn’t give a **** about last year
All from the comfort of your armchair
Which I’m sure makes it easier for you from there
Or maybe I’m just being a little cynical
A burnt-out frustrated figure who shouldn’t be so critical
Of someone I have very little in common with anymore
Ever since that coincidental “epiphany” hit you right between the eyes
During a period where you’ve got more time on your hands
Than a prisoner serving life
But I’m sure it’s just a phase, no matter what you tell yourself
It might last a month or two
But you’ll soon be back craving the many ways you can escape the house
And a formerly unimaginably route back to work to
Because although it might seem it, now more so than ever
Life doesn’t just exist online
The nuances of interactions, no matter how socially distanced
Far outweighs a WhatsApp conversation consisting solely of gifs
And one word replies from people who refuse to make the effort
Maybe after a year of this,
We’ll all appreciate each other more
And we’ll find the necessary means to be accepting of everybody
Although, I’m not going to hold my breath
I have faith that there is at least a chance
That a silver lining can be found at the end of 20/20
Or whenever else it might care to show itself
