CARING

(альбом: 2020 DUMP - 2020)

I haven't written a song in a month
So I'm playing the same chords again
I know I need to get lost in the moment
But I get lost before it begins
Fingers stretching out into space
Reaching as a thought slips away

It's been so long since I've done what I should
That I forgot what I'm supposed to do
Realistic goals
Feels amazing to set them
Like shit when you don't follow through
Or even make repeated attempts
Your paranoia's got you verklempt

Song of the year of the century
I wanna wake in a new country
One without fear of my enemies
Coming at me in my sleep

I tried to ride the sunshine from the morning
Right over the 8 PM hump
Six miles later, I'm drinking a tallboy
And rolling another one up
Forgive yourself for not being good
Chase the morning wrapped in a hood
Rinse and repeat
And think of anything else
Tomorrow when you run along
The second fence they built on Suicide Bridge
I guess people just kept jumping off

Even if we all understand
There's people that wanna see you again
There's people that wanna see you again
And don't care if this fucking place is a shit hole

Song of the year of the century
I wanna wake in a new country
One without famine or poverty
No elite

Song of the year of the century
Good if you're not really listening
Bad at affecting reality

Covid a million
Dinosaur flu
I'd lick the floor if I got to see you
Caring makes you feel like a chump
When you see someone else
Who doesn't want to