A gray-haired man and his grandchildren brush my table as I eat, not a care for anything
He adjusts his dumb red hat, dirty slogan shirt that acts as a dog whistle screeching out misogyny
I’m so tired, I’m so jaded just being here

Carbo-loading for a shitty future where uncertainty has us stuck in the between
My expiration date has passed, in thirty years my biggest laugh is that somehow I didn’t die here as a teen
I’m so tired, and I’m tethered

To the idea that somehow the world that we see is a place that will fall and end up undersea while Greenland is melting, life will be fucked while Elon and his rocket are drifting to Mars

Back in the restaurant at the end of the world, line for the steaks has reached the end of the road
Where the heat lamps gas baked fish and the stale pot roast
And every single person worked two hours for their meal
They try to get their money’s worth, cheap food with high appeal

Without realizing how we sell our bodies in this vicious loop
Work all day, no time to play, food so our bodies can recoup
And every single person worked two hours for their meal
Not realizing just how much their bosses try to steal

And so we’re stuck in this loop where our labor’s exploited and our lifestyle and diet is all but devoid of anything healthy for our bodies and minds, barely surviving to work overtime
With the threat of recession and crippling depression, numbers matter to bankers whose only obsession is taking the money right out of our pockets-
I FUCKING HOPE EARTH GETS HIT BY A COMET

Comfortable consumerism rampant in society, parasitic survival scheme
If we only had a chance to feel emotions that surpass these feelings of gaining only our basic needs
I’m so tired, I’m so jaded just being here

Carbo-loading for a shitty future where uncertainty has us stuck in the between
My expiration date has passed, in thirty years my biggest laugh is that somehow I didn’t die here as a teen
I’m so tired, I’m so jaded just being here