It all feels so morbid
To romanticise the past
Cause at least they had the future
But the future never lasted
We have neither
All my idols are either sober or dead
So living free is bittersweet
When you can see what lies ahead
All the revolutionaries died before i was born
And their faces became t shirts
In windows of shopping malls
And what they did isnt forgotten
But its so commodified
That they've become the total opposite
Of what defined their life
You know i don't mean to complain
But what will i ever own
My existence feels like time money
And buying f*cking clothes
Put me out of my misery
But you rely on it
Price me out of my hobbies
And sell them for profit
It all feels so scary
That the best days have now passed
Entire eras whittled down to playlists and fast fashion
Brands mass making tie dye tshirts
Cause grunge is now back in
I dunno the teens said so
I'll take it on the chin
I remember it the first time round
It was cute and it was fun
We'd upload 100 photos
And caption every one
Ruined our family computers
So we could torrent the top 10
Find a high res photo of the album art
To make it seem legit
We got our leavers hoodies
Pointed out people we hate
It used to show our history
Now it just shows my age
2013 screams at me
When did this stop being fun
I rinsed the novelty so much
It's entirely worn off
It all feels so reductive
To articulate this weight
I can't do it justice
I can't make it go away
I'd give it anything
To just leave me alone
Spend the entire opening number
Dreading the curtain call
Spending time is currency
And it feels like i'm indebted
To another version of myself
Who could have spent it better
So i'll try to wake up early
I'll cut out all the booze
I'll do it step by step
If it means that i can prove
That i can fill all the cracks
But i have this crushing fear
That i can polish all the scratches
But it's still the same veneer