Doom scrolling is the best new word for the feelings
Beating words into swords beyond f-words and meaning
It’s demeaning all this talk of babies and God
Who faked it in the manger
who saved who?
Who was robbed?
feeding the temples and starving our minds
keeping us separate and angry and whining
ignoring the truth is the American way
trying to Live
Through the end of the day
I don’t hate you I just hurt
Convenience store shopping
all my wallet could stomach
and for years all my peers moved on with their Lives
Get a house get a spouse in no particular order
Scream get divorced
Get old and get bitter
I always thought that a chorus was cheating
Just say it again and again and again
But mayhaps what I said could bear repeating
Just shut up and move on
move out and quit breeding
I don’t hate you I just hurt
I don’t hate you I just hurt
A terrible sense of the safety within
Pull the handle eject
Because none of us win
And on days like this
I won’t even mind
I don’t hate you
We’re two of a kind
I’m spinning around with the infinite sky
a dangerous flight from a dangerous guy
you’ve made your point
Your anger keeps winning
but violent ends come from violent Living
I don’t think this one’s wrapping up happy
I’m just writing it quick and keeping it true
I try to write songs with positive endings
But I’m singing this one more for me than for you
I don’t hate you I just hurt
I don’t hate you I just hurt
I don’t hate you I just hurt
I don’t hate you I just hurt
A terrible sense of the safety without
Pull the strap tighter
so no-one gets out
And on days like this
I know it can’t work
I don’t hate you
But everything hurts.
© 2020 rob Hinkal