We took a selfie, just me and you
Captioned "Big 30", in '22.
I sit here scrolling like there's nothing left to do
All your friends faved it, and so did mine
Re-watch old stories, read the replies.
And when you @ me, well I hardly even cry.
I've got a picture, I've got a picture
I've got a million of them all of life.
I went to FedEx, to print my pictures,
But that felt stupid, so I crawled off to die.
It's got me scrolling up and scrolling down
And tuning in and tuning out
I'm turning 33, I think I'm turning 33
I really think so
Turning 32, or maybe turning 33
I really don't know
etc.
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no friends
No fun, no sin, no self, no wonder it's dark
All my favorite people feel like total strangers.
Falling off the earth; am I a middle-ager?
Whatever-
etc.