“GO TOUCH SOME GRASS”

I’m tired of logging in, I’d rather be logged out

Tired of learning things I wish I never found out

Ignorance is bliss, but information’s a drug

All these apps we call social, but I feel more alone

I thought I finally found my niche, but I just feel like a clone

Swiping away my life

Colors like dope for the eyes

It’s free.99 for this fleeting high

We all know each other now

Welcome to the circus

We all hate each other now

Everything is perfect

Everyday is violence

We’ll forget it by the weekend

Oh that reminds me, can you tell me what you’re drinking?

If it’s too cheap, then we’ll tell you what we’re thinking

Everyone’s “big brother” now, would you like some financial advice

It’s from a 38 year old who’s doing terrible in life

Reality and fiction, we took away the line

And used it to strengthen our cultural divides

we celebrate our vices & televise our hate crimes

Who am I to criticize?

I don’t know if you’ll still listen after you check my twitter likes

Everything is publicized and we’re all our own publicists

We talk about how much we hate it, but we’re all still in love with it

We covet it.

This “Social Currency”

It worries me, that we’ll all one day pay the price

But in the end, who am I?

You don’t know me if I could’ve wrote this all for some likes

Everything is a lie

Personalities turn into facades

A mask like a uniform you wear on the job

Is it wrong for me to hate this thing I live on?

This digital world that’s at the same time “fake” and “all too real”

Truth is I log off because I just don’t know how to deal

Hard to know how to feel

when everyone seems confused

It feels like none of us know what to do

And I can’t ask an algorithm to show me something “true”

I guess it’s out here somewhere…