Alone
Sitting alone in a room
Surrounded by lonely people
They look down at their phones to watch cute videos of beagles
Don't care about the burning diesel
Don't care about the dying eagle
Don't care about the falling steeple
Just want to go see the new sequels
They all just wanna sit and watch
Sit and watch their phones
Sit and watch their drones
Sit and watch aerosols destroy our ozone
Sit and watch stones
Thrown from side to side,
From the Left to right
From the right to the left
Want to fight each other on every little thing until there's nothing left.
Sitting alone in a room of lonely people
Nobody talks
Everybody stalks;
Their ex, their next
But I'm so complexed
Why is it that we care more about our next flex
When this whole world feels like it's under a hex
Sitting in a room with my people
Don't know about the burning diesel
Don't know about the dying eagle
Don't know about the falling steeple
Hey, look at this cute video of my beagle
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