Paroles de Forlorn Leghorn

The memories that bond us are not always found in fondness And sometimes when we reminisce, it's the nuisance that we miss Well look at me now, I am a dullard Not much to say, not much to ask Much time has passed and I'm doing the same Staying indoors playing video games I'm on a website, I'm watching TV Dystopian sci-fi live life through a screen I am numb to the point of no return I work for this life style with what I earn One meal a day, one cup of coffee One pack of biscuits, one pouch of bacci One drink after work, one bag of weed Two choccy b's, rent, bills, repeat It sad to think of what I prioritize when I list what I consume to try and stay alive When I list the fruits of my labour, when labour is most of my life Sit and dwell, deconstruct teenage hippy dreams And now you dream of wearing a suit to work? You suck!