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