XYZ

[ttamsamyh]

Feeling so hopelessly okay,
I get the pink letters in the mail daily,
Oh, what do they say?
I got a good education,
It pays nothing.
They said we were the generation ready to sell out,
And I’m ready, but who’s buying?
The time has passed but I lived like my time is now,
Because the corners are full and you’ve got to standout.

Who is it that made us hopeless?
I blame participation trophies,
But they stare back and seem happy.
I blame my parent's love,
As much as it carried me through.
I blame there not being enough,
Maybe not enough for me
but there’s plenty for you.

So I ask how you’re doing,
They trained me to fake empathy,
But I really feel bad for you,
In a way I cannot say.
Because that’s not a way you’ll pay.
You’ve got kids,
And they’re doing okay in their private school,
I’ve got to live,
So let's be friends, if just for this call.

I think the end is soon,
It is full of razorblades,
You’ve got to make the cut.
But at the interview,
You couldn’t tell what they were saying,
So you just made it up.

Maybe the idiots are breeding,
But what make you think you’re not a byproduct?
Always thought you were better,
But Chinese from the dumpster
Always tastes a little more sweet
When you can find chopsticks,
In the recycling.