So the kids these days can't read
That's alright, they can't help it
So your TV's more important than your wife
That's okay, you can't help it
So we all just pretend to be somebody else we see in movies
That's alright, we can't help it
So we primp, powder, curl, cut, burn, wax and decorate in soft fancy fabrics
Our souls, however, go unattended
Ignored to the point they don’t exist
That's alright, that's alright
So no one remembers nothing no more that isn't plastic
That's alright, charge it swipe it
So you've looked into a millions bins and million pairs of eyes and saw nothing you wanted
What difference does it make?
It will have to be okay
12.15.2010
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