Post-Ironic Sinkhole

Been starin' at my phone for weeks
The future never seemed so bleak
Quite comfortable with constant conflict
In what I do and write

We roll our apathetic eyes
We flash our Gin & Tonic smiles to forget
Our take on adulthood is just barely scraping by

Count all the reasons that I still have feelings
To make sure that I still have feelings
A post-ironic sinkhole that I just fall in and die

I feel defined by advertisements, social media
And the Donald Trump meme you said was funny
But Donald Trump is never funny

And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
'Cause I’m never going back

Every day is difficult when you’re stuck in your head
A million voices screaming in a fight you can’t defend
Been starin' at this screen for weeks
The present never seemed so bleak
Forever lost in my apartment, all alone among my friends

And I hate this
How I capsize when we contrast
I’m all bite with no attack
And I hate this
How I romanticize the past
'Cause I’m never going back

But we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Glorifying daily basis
And we feel safe
Glowing light on vacant faces
Embellishing our rodent races

We feel safe
Yeah we feel safe
When we dissasociate

Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put my phone away?
It doesn’t mean anything

Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put my phone away?
It doesn’t mean anything
It doesn’t mean anything

Why can’t I put my phone away?
Why can’t I put the glow away?
It doesn’t mean anything
It doesn’t mean anything