Millennials are Misfits
First the avacodos, the housing market
Less children, less pets, less everything
We live with less money, when everything costs more
We line our futures with inventions beyond our time
Yet ideals and morals are supposedly out of our minds
We fight for racism and stereotypes because they're archaic
But still Millennials are the Misfits
The world is burning, and we must go on
And still we're wrong
Tell me how would you fix us?
If you caused the break
We're evil and mindless
But you're the ones who raised us
I don't see the point of fighting for a throne
It's just earth
Pass the baton to us so we can learn
So we can teach
Until then well be Misfits
And that's okay with us
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