Everything is fucked up as usual.

Talk, talk.

Dour faces radiate gloom,

They can see their reflection in the red solo cup.

Wearing loneliness like a bandana,

They perfect naked dances under strobe light.

Shattered expectations mingle with poor grades,

Minds over schooled and under used.

A generation of cheap liquor and missed due dates.

 

Everything is fucked up as usual,

Topics of conversations gone delusional.

Dour faces radiate gloom,

Half filled red solo cups in bloom.

I’m in the kitchen fixing up a remedy,

Lying on the counter dreaming of sobriety.

We perfect naked dances under strobe light,

Our trite ritual sharing our shattered dream-delight.

Minds over schooled and under used,

A stagnant rebellion void of movement brewed.

 

Everything’s fucked up and delusional,

Grades that chain become institutional.

Girl in the black tights,

Wasted somber nights.

Sharing the lonely dark as usual

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