Inner Workings

S**t i dunno. My thoughts i guess?

Things now are just worth less
I guess
There's no need to fix what's broken
Why apologize
When it's easier to just euthanize
I confess
Waiting in line
To let them waste my time
That's just fine
What a mess

Everyone has an identical twin in their friends
There's real individuality in a depraved duality

Just one big schoolyard parliament
Only the people can pretend to vote
I must be less
Imaginary friends are real
They're your neighbors

Going to hell in a handbasket isn't just turn of phrase
Not these days
These days are the best days
Of our
Lives
And these days
These days are here again

All my friends grew up to be dead
This place was so much better when it was just in my head

I've stopped crying
I think I might be dying
I can feel my f*****g brain frying

Author's Note

Bit more free form than anything I've written before, but it's what came out. Probably might add more eventually but for now it's done
Edit: added one more verse. Not sure about the "guess I'm next" line though. Might cut that