Generation of Me - Tor Miller

I’m a lazy, entitled, petulant little monkey

An STD-riddled telephone junkie

Test’s reveal nothing but states got my money now

I live for badges and tragic notifications

I tip my hat at the cheapest of imitation

A show of hand maybe damage my reputation in town

So I don’t get out

Race around the house in a frenzied infatuation

The lens of the living dead, the limits of imagination

My dearest, my dedication, my mirror, my medication

I dose with no hesitation

Make way its the generation of me

Generation of me

Generation of me

Oh yeah

I took a stab at my better-half

Slept in the back of a hearst

I did it all for a photograph

A good second verse or whatever works

You had a show now you’re blowing up

And I only wanted a shirt

Don’t ever count on me showing up

Indifference the curse of this universe

Well I’d try to help, but I’d only make it worse

Fact of the matter is we are growing up fast

There’s a chaos that we’ve built and the graduating class

Keeps on breaking up with the future, mistaking it for the past

But what if it doesn’t take us back?

Don’t it freak you out?

Don’t it freak you out?

Don’t it freak you out?

Don’t it freak you out?

Pace around the room in a tomb of my masturbation

Allergic to confrontation, I text every conversation

One nation under the thumb of behavior optimization

Sedation, summer vacation

Go gay for the generation of me

The generation of me

The generation of me