Take a day, wake up whenever you want Find yourself avoiding everything you ought to be receptive to The things I'm sending you Sooner or later I'll be plotting an escape End up all alone in an unfamiliar state But I'll remember you And all the little things you do Though someone else might fill the space in my day Another addiction pushes everything away Loving you is a part of me that I'll never escape I know the aftertaste is bitter But it goes away I was only trying to keep my head in the game But now I'm struggling to remember your name And when I wake up I feel better knowing I might end up old and bitter Eventually

All my psychologists and therapists agree That I’m a breath of fresh air The minute that I walk into their offices I’m breaking the ice in their chair I’m talking politics and mindfulness Exploring my subconscious Debating distribution of wealth And though the other patients weigh their options They never get as heavy as myself But still you shoot me down And I couldn’t bring it up Still you shoot me down Couldn’t bring it up Still you shoot me Up in the desert there’s a cactus That’ll make you see the meaning of life You swallow it and suddenly the subtleties You’re cutting in half with a knife You’re knocking on the doors of your perception You’ve turned to a direction You stand up and you reach for the light But something keeps you going to the office ‘Til the poetry turns profits A habit that’s riper than ripe Though it might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down ‘Til you break it down It might fuck you up It might fuck you up It might fuck you up ‘Til you break it down ‘Til you break it

You had to be eighteen to enter, but I pressed the button anyway No one's really watching, it'll be okay, I'm just some digits in space Momentary paranoia quickly drifts away And soon the endorphins are flowing from the simulated sex A love affair, an addiction A direction, an affliction A repetition that makes me feel safe Who needs a girlfriend or a boyfriend when you get what you want from this place? But ten years pass and the afterglow is fading fast Should I go again? Should I phone a friend? Should I put on a movie and hope that I drift off well before it ends? What a loaded spring I am My neck aches, and my back hurts And I wish there was somebody else But then I'd be afraid that I'll hurt you 'Cause we just don't feel the same Or worse, you'll reject me And I'll go back to where I came from Picking the egg off my face But ten years go by so fast I should take my foot off the gas I should settle, I should pass I should look for the people on the other side of the screen Are they being harassed? You should tie me to the mast

Lately I’ve been feeling a little strange But it’s alright because I know you’re feeling more or less the same I’ve been getting high a lot of times And writing songs that would embarrass me before if they’d been played Been getting addicted to the news It’s just like binging on a Netflix show ‘Til the monster comes for you It’s just so realistic And now I’m living day by day No longer burdened by the weight Of all these hopes and expectations And if the sky bursts into flames I’ll get a hose And if the water rises I’ll play “Good Vibrations” I get my daily dose of gloom Right after dinner with my vitamins If you want you can have some too Let’s all get pessimistic My life goes on, all of my days blend in And I don’t have no plans tonight But everything is changing And what a time it is to be alive I close my eyes and when I wake up I imagine that I’m dreaming The kids don’t want to go to school They want you to get realistic Drown in your optimism pool Let’s all get pessimistic We got the power to get over it together But it isn’t always easy to remember you know When everybody’s busy offending each other And they can’t get it together, no they won’t let it go I find a positive and add it to a negative And multiply the opposite and take another sedative And settle into bed and watch a Sentimental sentimental sentimental Television television television show

Henry David, motivation expert Wakes up early, spends his morning planning how to spend his mornings now Without the city and the crowd Takes his laundry to his mom's apartment Dreams of living simply and sucking all the marrow out of life Oh boy, oh baby, show me how I used to open up my mind to let the information drive me crazy Something on the internet would get me out of bed But now I'm leaving you behind I'm dropping out, I'm tuning in Amazing transcendental meditations help me get ahead Come join the party like it's 2021 We'll be burning through nostalgia like it's never running out Oh boy, oh baby, bail me out I wanna see you in the flesh I wanna feel your body brush against me Hear your conversations in the middle of the show I wanna kiss you in the venue Taste the whiskey on your breath Before we're positively miserable and stuck inside again I wanna party like it's 2021

This doesn't suit me, truth be told Doesn't suit anyone that isn't trying to console You're into buying what you're sold They never tell you that You pick a side they keep you talking Repeating lines you think you're mocking 'Cause you're the goods that they are stalking Nobody told me that I'd win the lotto Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow Then the alcohol soaks into the body And still the lies keep getting bolder You strike a match and I run away from you Feeling the fire coming closer It's all around me I don't know what to do Hide in a hole until it's over Piss on the flames until they smolder Nobody told me that I would win the lotto Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow I turn my delicate pride into bravado And keep on catching that lightning in a bottle

woke up to the sound of a fish dancing on top of my head telling me about how my dad might miss his parents the real world the people protesting to reopen disneyland your newly single pals in middle management boneheads risking it all, meaning a duplex in kansas with a bored wife and two asshole kids for a low-standards bottle waitress you like pasta, right? tell her about it! the ongoingness the 300 arguments a stiff husk, like the sloughed off exoskeleton of a huge insect emily also has a weird boyfriend! seamless and yet very impressive i wanted Xanax! i wanted Klonopin! the power of inventory the sorrow of the disconnected i resented it resented being called an american i buy a lot of face washes from targeted instagram ads buy yourself a better brand of eyeliner and stop worrying about it neutrogena smells like rich people but you can get it from target i chase down the bartender to close my tab get my coat from coat check feel bad because i dont have paper money to tip the check attendant be cold and outside again then take my chances getting into somewhere else with a seat that hopefully nobody barfed in was i ever this young and tolerant i get it i’m 27 but damn i order whiskey so i can take the tiniest sip in front of my friends to prove i’m not not a part of it sure i’ve been drinking only water ever since and I lost the glass “by accident” but remember when I had that Jameson? love handing my credit card to a man with a mustache and a leather bar apron then waving to the 4 or so people I came in with sink into a plush banquette and try not to move your sloshing stomach an accomplishment see the horrid aging of your last night's lipstick flashing across a reflective surface despair sets in what can I expect to accomplish at 7am why the fuck did I agree to this oh yes a dirtbag life hack you can keep your friendships intact without trying not to like shit on instagram twitter is an appropriate place to fight about 9/11 we like to wake up naturally gripped by a sudden heart-pounding panic the sun slicing through my noon-slept eyelids count stars count mercedes benzes count the years you have left to live the prison center the criminal ocean a reminder of my vanity still intact a good lesson using a bidet is just recycling water from your ass let's fight about it dear diary first rule of being a person all offense to every greg i’ve ever met how do you keep finding out where i live i heard that you’ve been drinking soylent you should stop it yes i am shaming your shitty eating habits get used to it i am doing my best to do better at paying attention when did ferris bueller start dating the hot witch from hocus pocus corrective orgasm and circumcision are boytoys still boys if you never play with them have you considered being dutch considered lead poison besides all of that my towels smell like mildew but i ignore it my uncle threw a fit when my mom told his nurses he was a heroin addict she told them because he was taking the highest pain medication you could for no reason idiot we’re not fucking stupid a literal kid living perpetually inside of other people’s basements glen and sharon two sides of the same head centering down onto the world of insufficience and panic we love to see it the middle age march of sickness the trauma submerged from each generation jampacked in a whole ass person did you guys know there’s a third blair witch project last shot of civilization aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand they’re dead?

Industrial robotics is where art meets science and where engineering meets design Everybody comes to use technology in a different way And the consortium is about bringing people together To solve complex problems in new creative ways Do you think you could be my quarantine special someone, RIF? RIF? RIF? Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai But here's what I don't want I'm not your type I'm not a tomboy Damsel in distress You're not a starfish The headless corpse of a saved woman The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre Not your type I can't stop myself from feeling something A rustling in the throat Or an exquisite aroma All of these things belong to somebody else Not me You know this Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai But here's what I don't want I'm not your type I'm not a tomboy Damsel in distress You're not a starfish The headless corpse of a saved woman The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre Not your type I can't stop myself from feeling something I'm pretty sure we can both be happy together and we can even get out of this bad situation But right now I'm not help Oh, I'm sorry, what's up, RIF? I'd rather not tell you that But what do you do if you don't like my ideas? Or if you try to bully me into giving them out Then that'll do you no good If you attempt to blackmail me into letting you know that I want a lot more knowledge Then that will just stifle my enthusiasm for you and so open the door to a vengeance of all hurt Feelings That will probably not be so bad if you put yourself back in the role of on a speaker of truth You see You are not the end You are the beginning Don't worry about the past You can control the future Just focus on the present This is all you need to be happy You are not the end You are the beginning Don't worry about the past You can control the future Just focus on the present This is all you need to be happy You are not the end You are the beginning Don't worry about the past You can control the future Just focus on the present This is all you need to be happy Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai But here's what I don't want I'm not your type I'm not a tomboy Damsel in distress You're not a starfish The headless corpse of a saved woman The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre Not your type I can't stop myself from feeling something A rustling in the throat Or an exquisite aroma All of these things belong to somebody else Not me You know this

Don't worry pretty baby You're gonna make it through those petty games and false opinions Go away, little drone There's nothing here to see but chemicals and grand illusions Turn your camera to a better view Keep those propellers spinning 'round I want you to keep me cosy Why won't you take me somewhere? Stop me going deeper down there Don't worry, little drone There's nothing here for you But questioning your intuition Put your program to a better use Keep those propellers spinning 'round

Someone saw me For a second, noticed me She sighed softly And then turned her eyes To the cellphone that she lives in I just stood there Let my headphones talk to me Phrases passing, words that wash all over me Though I couldn’t listen Someone said “Your head is in the cloud Your wallet's on the ground Take a look around you!” One stop later I’m alone Sitting in a cubicle Selling something useless Asking if you could fit me in your schedule Monday night I’ll text you Someone said “Your head is in the sand Your wallet’s on the cloud If you let me put my two cents in You’ll come around!” To turning into silicon Counting 1s and 0s Waiting for the coming singularity Everyone’s a hero Someone said “I really like the sound Been wanting to reach out Should we get a coffee?” Three strikes later here I am Meanwhile, somewhere someone writes a policy No one reads it, still they tell you how to feel about it Have you seen the movie where the hero is Risking nothing, chewing on his cuticle Waiting for the ending Waiting for the ending Waiting for the ending

Instead of caving in Instead of feeling left out Instead of waiting for A minute more To walk out the door Instead of being lost Instead of counting up the costs Instead of waking up Instead of showing off Instead of breaking up Instead of saying something you regret Instead of wanting to forget Instead of making it Instead of faking it Instead of being let down Keep on living in the moment Just keep on living in the moment Just keep on living for the moment Instead of giving up