Post-Ironic Sinkhole
We Are The Union
Been staring at my phone for weeks
The future never seemed so bleak
Quite comfortable with constant conflict in what I do and write
We roll our apathetic eyes
We flash our gin and tonic smiles to forget
Our take on adulthood is just barely scraping by
Count all the reasons that I still have feelings
To make sure that I still have feelings
A post-ironic sinkhole that I just fall in and die
I feel defined by advertisements, social media
And the Donald Trump meme you said was funny
But Donald Trump is never funny
And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back
Every day is difficult when you’re stuck in your head
A million voices screaming in a fight you can’t defend
Been staring at this screen for weeks
The present never seemed so bleak
Forever lost in my apartment, alone among my friends
And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
Cause I’m never going back
But we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Glorifying daily paces
And we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Embellishing our rodent races
We feel safe
When we dissasociate
Why can’t I put my phone away?
It doesn’t mean anything
Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put the glow away?
It doesn’t mean anything