Hoverboards & Teleportation

Well don't I look like someone
You could settle for sometime
In your mid-to-late twenties?
Live our American dream
Under the boot of the bourgeoisie
See the suburb-barbaric gleam
Streets lit by LCD screens
You'll sneak a cig on a run
I'll have a drinking problem

'Cause everyone's alive for no reason
Except to grow old and hate the next generation
Destined for senior discounts on one dollar coffee
And the fear of dying alone
I hope the next generation of children
Grows up with hoverboards & teleportation
So I can hear the new Bill O'Reilly talk about the 90's
And how hard we had it back then

We make love bi-annually
But aren't we so fortunate to be so boring?
And we don't even stay up too late
(Work in the morning)
Thinking of a podcast while her O face is fake
Woke up but still barely awake
Working for the weekend, forgot to live today
Do you want to know what I think?
(Why would you want to?)
It's not the weight I mind, but the dead horse's stink
Honey

It's never gonna feel like the old days again
It's never gonna feel like
It's never gonna feel like the old days again, is it?
We're never gonna feel like

It's never gonna be like the old days again
It's never gonna be like the old days