Burning nostalgic memories letting the smoke flow out my nose Cause I resigned myself to just sit and pine and dream about times where I paid no mind to past lives
The past five years I though the world would end I shacked up with one that decried my wasted potential in normal jobs Like where do you get off if I'm making halfway decent bucks?
The irony of our artsy resurgent humanity degrees Just go and sell life insurance Them boomers turned us into gloomers Generation X, my young parents the first victims, at least they had half a fair shake in life I think the 90s had it right dripping in yin yang rings and necklaces so we wouldn't lose our way
Woo wee, where were we? Hiding from my brother in a clothes rack with my parents at the mall every weekend So much confidence in where we were going The end of history itself in our careful chaos regulation