Forever in your debt, forever in bed with the state
Still hooked on old propaganda
Still waiting for the pledge to take
It happened to me, I woke up a parody
The trope of a stunted generation
City slicking, what an empty way of life
How the shadow of tradition looms tall
Are we living in a future gone wrong
If it’s a choice and not fate
Can we start over again
Would it be so bad
I think we’d be ok
I want something new for us
Fanfiction of mine
Gave up my claim to the white picket fence parade
Dumbstruck by your beach house dreams
Thought you liked it down here with us
Chasing highs, bad advice
So seduced by a device
High earner, top marks
A master of civility
Hard to pass on a date with the sunrise
Just to hand a rich brat their cake