Are you running late?
Did you sleep too much?
All the awful dreams
Felt real enough
Is your lover there?
Is she waking up?
Did she die in the night?
And leave you alone?
Alone
Mirror, mirror
There's your crooked nose
Boring hair
A thousand wrinkles
No children
Just emptiness
No place like home
Just a fucking mess
Mess
20 messages
Did you hurt your thumbs?
What a stupid game
Getting nothing done
With your longest track
Your highest score
While you crush your back
And lament the war
War
All the women
That you wanna fuck
On the internet
Wouldn't give you a second look
Did you fool yourself?
That's privilege
That's power without power
That's a business
Business
But we know "you" is "I"
And I get overwhelmed
Can't sleep at night
Can't convince myself
To turn it off
To let go
Gotta make sense
Of the fucking war
War
Am I running late?
I get overwhelmed
All the awful dreams
All the bright screens
Is my lover there?
Are we breakin up?
Did she find someone else?
And leave me alone?
Alone...
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