Could've wrote happiness but I ain't really found mine
Walking by the spirit kept stepping into landmines
Keeping with the right can't wait until I land mine's
Hipsters with the gang signs, fiends with the tatted tears
Internet tough talk, warriors with the keyboards, pardon me if I seem bored
Today's entertainment tax breaks, they say that you bored again
Until you backslide and get addicted to porn again
We rage against machines, cuddling with i phone
Can't deuce without IG
I miss my crush post, something that we all know
Conscious thought for small talk
Likes for your tragedies, temporary outrage
Somebody burn some sage and maybe we can all get along
And maybe we can find religion and follow like the blind do
And maybe we'll be great again
And maybe this is just opinion and you need to comment
And maybe I found better things I could do with my time
And damn... maybe I'm just wasting my time
I'll just reply with a happy face