You're listening to random radio stations,
on your way home,
Thinking this could be
the soundtrack of your day to day life..
A little bit of Cohen
and
some Cigarettes after ***
would easily do the trick.
You're just another unknown genius,
waiting to be discovered - an original copy of the "real deal".
Your parents must be very proud!
You have that look.. you know what I mean?
THAT look.
The ones surrounding you are nothing more than
Extras in your daily 7 o'clock show,
filmed in front of a live audience.
Your big break is just around the corner,
hiding in some bushes
and you must really feel smart right now,
with your old and wise attitude,
thinking 'bout the planet and
all that ****,
having the impression that you changed
something in this world,
on your way back from work..
something else than this rusty game
of useless words,
that the rest of your family doesn't really care about.
Your one man show is about to be moved in the better slot
and you'll finally get to stick your face on a Snickers' bar campaign.
"You're not you when you're happy!"
You'll get off soon.
Remember to smile and wave.
Remember to forget.
