And I haven't had an honest conversation in weeks
And irony rolls off my tongue much more easily
And I don't think it's mean, it just represents a chilling disconnect from reality
And nation building nation
States are captured in the acetate
Or filled through our heads through the flicker of the windows on our street as we're walking home
Is there any place that's sane?
Is there any place that makes sense?
And I said, "Things are bad."
Didn't I? Didn't I?
And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home
And I said, "Things are bad."
Didn't I? Didn't I?
And we tripped and stumbled for half the walk home
What the fuck
Is this what passes for life?
I'm pretty sure this is the worst that I've ever felt
So fucked up
Even I'm talking crazy sometimes