If you would listen to me
For just a minute and actually hear
The things I have to say
They’d outnumber your silly little non-problems
Because baby, going grocery shopping
Doesn’t make you an adult
And pretending to read The Bell Jar
Doesn’t make you smart.
Complaining about your family
Doesn’t make you cultured
And drinking till you can’t think
Doesn’t make people care.
Only addressing your problems when you’re shitfaced
Just makes you look pathetic
And listening through the floorboards
Doesn’t make this a relationship
Only getting ten hours a week isn’t the end of the world –
At least you’re not on food stamps.
Attacking people you don’t like
(who don’t even notice or care about you)
With over the top vitriol
Doesn’t make you cooler
And it doesn’t make anyone like you more
Listening to chillwave
Won’t make you popular
And spending all your money on clothes
Doesn’t mean you dress well
Your undercut doesn’t give you street cred
And neither does your spraypaint
If you have talents,
You’re wasting them
Get out there and
FUCKING care.
