My nihilist side likes the modern times
They're so dystopian
But the nostalgist in me
Likes to think it's nineteen-ninety-three
When Kurt was still alive, I was still a child
Watching Nickelodeon
And I hadn't yet dipped my toes in
Romanticising suicide
Children born entirely in code
I wonder what they'd think of how we used to speak so free
Draw opinions from adversaries
When art was still alive, life was genuine
The film already had the grain
And we filtered our coffee
Out with friends, way back when in ninety-three
Ninety-three