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    Everyone's a tankie till their first fat check
    And everyone's an incel until they go and get it
    You love your circle, you love your home
    No one in this life really makes it alone
    It was easy in the pits to sling hot takes
    It was easy to decide that it was all a waste
    Then you fucked around
    You found your spirit
    Now you're talking like a zealot
    And they don't want to hear it

    Oh, I remember sixteen years old
    When the future was a suffer farm for human souls
    And the black pits stretch for forever before me
    The creatures on the internet, they para-adored me

    Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist and I'm a flop
    'Cause death isn't a threat, it's the cherry on top
    Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
    Maybe my death drive gave up and got lost
    Take me to the gray space that lines the clouds
    I'll cry until it glitters and I'll ride the storm down
    Lightning hands at the end of the world
    The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

    How could I be angry at the funniest joke?
    Lucky just to be here, clear and afloat
    Standing at the center of the fractal design
    Watching stupid bullshit suddenly become divine

    Blame it on the money, blame it on drugs
    Blame it on the stars that taught a robot to love
    It's easy to be radical all on your own
    But it all gets messy when there's someone at home
    The roots grow slowly, then you're suddenly there
    And you'll wake up in a decade and find out that you care
    It's hard fucking work being part of a fabric
    And the only thing it gets you is unlimited magic

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    So maybe you don't care about being cool
    Maybe that's just something that you leave back in school
    Back with all the backpacks, slung on one shoulder
    Where the hottest thing to do is just to never get older
    Tell me that I'm closing in against the wall
    I'll never be young again or skinny or tall
    And this cream or that cream, fill in my lines
    Aging gets you nothing but the gruesome divine
    Aging gets you nothing but a new song to sing
    A place among the family of things
    A method for thought, food for the spirit
    A chance to exist at a brand new tier, well

    I remember sixteen years old
    When future was a suffer farm for human souls
    And the black pits stretch for forever before me
    The creatures on the internet, they para-adored me

    Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist and I'm a flop
    'Cause death isn't a threat, it's the cherry on top
    Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
    Maybe my death drive gave up and got lost
    Take me to the gray space that lines the clouds
    I'll cry until it glitters and I'll ride the storm down
    Lightning hands at the end of the world
    The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

    A circle and a spiral and a slice of the sky
    A building and a river and a raspberry pie
    I sketch them in the dreamscape and bring them to you
    All the little models of what we're going through
    If you only knew then what you think you know now
    Then how could you possibly have figured it out?
    How could I have told her what I know, I don't know?
    How could I have showed her where we do and don't go?
    Life both does and doesn't go on
    Every precious creature does and doesn't belong
    So with every step everything changes
    And you're bored and you're horrified
    And you're fucking amazed, well

    I remember sixteen years old
    When future was a suffer farm for human souls
    And the black pits stretch for forever before me
    The creatures on the internet, they para-adored me

    Now the zeitgeist wants a nihilist and I'm a problem
    'Cause aging is a gift that I cherish and honor
    Maybe I just ended up a little too goth
    Maybe by that I'm sharp and yet soft
    Take me to the gray space that lines the clouds
    I'll cry until it glitters and I'll ride the storm down
    Lightning hands at the end of the world
    The loudest thunder, the most beautiful girl

    How could I be angry at the funniest joke?
    Lucky just to be here, clear and afloat
    Standing at the center of the fractal design
    Watching stupid bullshit suddenly become divine

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    Composition: Penelope Scott

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