antisocial media

overwhelmed

overworked

overpaid

i'm on top of the world sitting pretty on a stack

but the static still cracks in my veins

at the bottom of the universe i'm feeling all the weight

people die for this

people lie for this

people suck and fuck some guy for this

pay the toll for this

sell their soul for this

play my part

but what's my role in this?

i'm not built for this

all the guilt of this

and i don't think i can deal with this

i'm too old for this

gonna fold from this

people starvin' and i get gold for this?

you all chalk me up

as some whiney fuck

who's stressed by success

like my life sucks?

i get it

i know

it's such a conundrum

i get what i want but i can't have much fun with it

it's not the fame or the money i'm yearning

i don't give a fuck about what i've been earning

but each day i wake up more blessed and i'm learning

of all of these people i'm least to deserve it

i don't deserve it

i try to be perfect

i'll never be perfect

i'm not worth it

keep lookin' for answers i swear i've been searchin'

but come up short

and i give up quick

'cause if i found it i think i'd be scared of it

you don't see the scene that's behind the screen

and i urge you all to beware of it

it's an interesting dichotomy

of monetized sincerity

stir up my insecurity

with constant uncertainty

generation of anxiety

the look at me" society