Frameworks

May we never be caught dead saying we ain't got friends
Cos the patches that are stitched to an array of fabrics
From Melbourne to Toronto go to show
That this woe-is-me mentality you get wrapped tight in is bullshit
It's hard-wired into your circuits
It's in your bones when you feel so alone

A community in which each individual's convinced that they're on their own
It's how the bosses thrive, you hand over your life cos nothing else felt right

When are we gonna get to a stage
In the frameworks that connect us to our friends
Where when we say "they're in a better place"
It doesn't mean that they're dead

And may I never be caught dead saying I'm restless once again
And running rampant in the repetitive roundabouts as they occupy my head
Every now and then, as I embrace sedation
And wonder why I'm numb
Cos once the feeling comes back I'm underprepared
And scared of what's to come

And what's become of the shred of light we still get from the Sun
Optimism swapped out for alarm at the cancer risks

When are we gonna get to a stage
In the frameworks that connect us to our friends
Where when we say "they're in a better place"
It doesn't mean that they're dead

So when the city's sold us out
And the comedown's snatched us up
What's left to do but spectate
And say "maybe it's just all fucked"