I’ve been fighting with my algorithm
Declining sponsors in my head
Not sure if I should get up or just go back to bed
I’m Overbooked yet Underwhelmed
That existential dread is all the rage
I might be 882
But (I swear) I’ve got no age
I was born into the 90s
But they don’t quite seem to fit
Vague cultural references that I seem to have missed
Now I hear that guy say how he would never ever have a kid
And I’ve got opinions that I’m not supposed to have, sh*t
My, how the world has changed
But it’s accurate to state the same
Things I’ve been saying
Since I was 19
I was born into the 90s
But they don’t quite seem to fit
Vague cultural references that I seem to have missed
So as per usual, I must build the world I need
It would just be easier
If I were still 16
Time sure don’t work like that
At least here, I can say it
I used to wish I were famous
Now I’m just grateful for my blankets
So weird to wish to be known
And that only nine people knew your name
I always wanted to be on stages
But to leave no trace
Write poetry books, edit them to have no name
What a tricky game I’ve tried to play
Where on earth
Would I be
Without this friendly foe of fear inside of me?
Huh, well, Maybe this is my year to see ~