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The coffee pot, it fills
The smoking, sure, it kills
And if you take away my nicotine, I might, too
When I’m asleep at night
I dream of firefights
And when I wake, I daydream of the tomb
Bright Eyes and shitposting
Are the only therapies that I need
And if I needed more, it’s not like I could afford it

Born into a dumpster fire
Endless flames to inspire
The overstimulation that keeps us still
We could be so much more
Than what they’ve got in store
For us but we gotta survive today
When you say “work sets you free”
Air gets harder to breathe
‘Cause I know I’m breathing the same air as a good-for-nothing nazi

No, it’s not apathy, or an excuse to be
Anything but just confused as to how we got here
Could it be greed allowed to multiply endlessly?
Could it be indifference that paved the way for evil deeds?
Could it be that so much knowledge has been kept out
Of our line of sights and in the meantime
We’ve been working away the years with our families
While being assured that we have autonomy?
Could it be that every fiber of my being is crumbling?

Taking stabs at my peers
Covering my own ears
Jaded and misguided, full of shame
It’s easier to fight
What's in your line of sight
Than it is to bring light into a dark place
Another sweatshop tee
Another mass shooting
Will someone throw me off a building, ‘cause my team lost the big game?
No more sincerity
Let's drown in irony
And feel the rising tides cleanse us of hope little more each day

There’s no more room to breathe, surely we’re just naive
No way were we taught to live empathetically
Only to later be told that the world don’t care
About what you need or what you aspire to be
Maybe we’re always so pissed off and violently
Anxious ‘cause we know that we have been doomed to
Exist ironically, all hail the Holy Meme,
Always subscribing to the corporatocracy,
Find faith in gossip and not dream of star stuff,
And never remember to give ourselves quite enough
Room to breathe properly - everything is crumbling
I have a hunch this ain’t how it's supposed to be

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from Make Some Good Memories and Then Forget, released March 10, 2023
Haley Dezonia (Dear Mr. Watterson), Mike Pellino (We Should Have Been DJs, Caryatids, Dog Park Lost & Found) and Calen William (Dear Mr. Watterson, Weird Place, Dog Park Lost & Found) sang backup vocals on this track.

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