I found your scrunchie on library steps
Put in my pocket when the half-day kids
They all razzing at me, throwing shit
I turned so red and ran for it
Into the stacks I found a place to sit
I got the Dewey Decimal complex
I swear I used to be intelligent
But now I'm digitally relevant
I have no center
But the cool kids know my name
Look at the monster that we made
I shower at the gym cause I don't wanna go back home
No one knows me there so I cry in Corolla zone
I text Sadie and I say that there's no future left
She says that we're the last kids ever and that it's the best
I ask if she remembers when we split that slice of pie
Down in Woods Hole we were dining on some new moon night
I was so mad when my white hoodie got blueberry stained
She said that she remembers then she asks if I'm okay
And I got no friends now
And nothing ain't the same
Look at the monster that we made
When I'm staring evil in the face
I stand unfazed
Look at the monster that we made