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I didn’t want to wake up this morning
For one thing, it was too cold
Safely wrapped up and still unable to feel any extremities
Another thing: what was the point?
I would get up and face the elements doing the same thing I did the day before

A prison who’s only resident is my mind
Slowly rotting away, living in its own filth
Banging on bars and screaming for freedom when it couldn’t take it anymore
These pleas fall only on deaf ears

When I close my eyes is when I make my escape
Suddenly, I am spectacular
I can anyone at any time at any place
No more stagnation, no more boredom
No more loneliness

I can be a detective, I can be an artist
I can be underwater, I can be high in the clouds
I can be your friend, I can be your lover
I can be the Hero

All around me are the screams of irrelevancy
Making small talk and pushing back their insecurities and self-hatred
They push and they push
But it will eventually push back

In one reality, a woman treats her friends like dirt
Leaving messages of love to her boyfriend while finding new ways to betray him
That’s cool, that’s hip, that’s what our generation is all about
Right?

In another reality, this same woman is a devoted wife and a loving mother
Who joins a book club full of like-minded women like herself to cure her boredom
That’s cool, that’s hip, that’s what our generation is all about
Right?

I ignore these things
I’ve grown tired of people watching
That shit is for psychiatrists
I’m a guy who doesn’t want to get out of bed

I suppose that’s pessimistic
I don’t really care
I just want to close my eyes again
I don’t like it here

When I eventually do wake up, I see what’s in front of me:
A big fucking stack of video games and a bigger number of unreturned phonecalls
That’s cool, that’s hip, that’s what our generation is all about
Right?