Living on Mars

Loneliness and despair seem to be the daily flex where
Plebs dare to fight what feels like a hex paired
To their soul. Yo let's care to make connections
I don't mean for biz perks. Accept there's
More to it. More humans
More willing to let their wants be their guide
When they fear that their needs make them weak, so they hide
Not relating IRL. Pics online show you're fine
Five thousand followers don't know to help you sleep at night
That you're hugging extra pillows just to flee isolation
Cause all touch is next to zero while you keep giant hatred
For any romantic couple in public. A thought located in grief
You want a bae and not beef, that's not debated. But seems
Like a task, herculean for you to be meeting
A decent human being who's seeing you as you and not
Being deceiving. If even possible to close the gap
Between belonging and being

All alone. All alone
Try to connect with people, but they all seem so far
That you might as well be living on Mars
Left alone. Left alone
Try to avoid creeps that 'cause you harm, but can't get far
Yeah, you wish that you were living on Mars

Wish there was a hole that you could fall through
Instead'a facing all these souls that say it's all cool for
You to face y'fears. Been tormented for years, and
Never-mind the toll that it could cost you
You're coming off as abnormal. Ask for ya
To fall in line: request is past formal. Fam' for ya
You got your mind open to stuff
Theirs: closed, don't think of much
Exposed to them's a tough sale 'cause they'll trust tales
Of failure more than your successes, 'cause they think their succesor's
Rejecting all their lessons. Forgot their own rebellion
Who's sticking 'round? You're jetting
You wish for some respect and understanding
And demanding that might get you affection
But the end of that deal is just raw
Escape plans are great, man. Never have to ignore
Your feelings. Try appealing to good nature
But when that fails, just take ya
Leave. Believe you can be yourself

All alone. All alone
Try to connect with people, but they all seem so far
That you might as well be living on Mars
Left alone. Left alone
Try to avoid creeps that 'cause you harm, but can't get far
Yeah, you wish that you were living on Mars

I'll make all my own meals
Grow seeds into real plants
Rearrange, dust, paint, still
Make time to dance
In the background, the radio
The exact sound of somebody home
To share in my routines
Don't care that they're a machine

All alone. All alone
Try to connect with people, but they all seem so far
That you might as well be living on Mars
Left alone. Left alone
Try to avoid creeps that 'cause you harm, but can't get far
Yeah, you wish that you were living on Mars