cancel all my plans to fight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
ive been trying to grow
im on my third rotation
if im cut down again (timber)
permanent deforestation
spending the afternoon in nihilism
as i pine for in-n-out
i tilt the seat back to scratch an itch
while i ponder the western drought
looking up average life expectancy
cos this modern life is killing me
cancel all my plans to fight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
so i cant hold on to hope so tight
im gonna eat my hands tonight
there’s been much debate
about how and when to germinate
is it too late?
i’ll just trust the breeze and test fate
a jazz cigarette in the park before dark
desperate times call for a creative spark
an act of terrorism in the laziest way
words of mass distraction
you might always get depressed
you might miss it when it starts
you might never really get your rest
you might never really be your best
(too much everything everywhere all the time)