So I finally went and I saw it face to face. We wear similar pants, I tried my best to relate
But what I saw made me turn white. We dress the same, but something's not right
Why do the people I'm supposed to be like only ever make me hate life?
Cocaine and your hidden agendas. An elephant in the room nobody mentioned
So pardon me sir, if I ride that pachyderm straight out the back of the f**ing room
I'm past the age of angst supposedly, but when I'm here I find those old feelings take hold of me
They grip me tightly by the throat, sit on my chest and cause me to choke, but at this point I confess, it's everywhere I go
Ironic parasites. We're youthful artifacts. There's a level of bullsh** I handle, and we've shot right the f** past it
And I'm different, so it should be better than the rest. But I find it's "highwater everywhere" I look
And the billboard in the book said it best: Disappear here. Disappear here. Disappear here