Last Season's Textures

How can I still feel so unstrong

When so much more could have been wrong?

I still hate every moment where people I thought I knew

Laughed in my face like there was nothing they could do

The news is excruciating

How'd the world get so devastating?

I'm just fucking glad for my bubble

Despite how often it is penetrated by evil

I remember when I figured out everything was the same

Walking around seeing building after building

But all those things you hear about

They only happen to other people

It doesn't happen to me

Not me

Wouldn't be caught dead

In last season's textures

Our heads are filled up

Staying true to the pressure