The Plastocene

All the microplastic beads
That the fish will swim to feed on
All the movement in the streets
I will eat on milk and meat

All the sucrose in the air
I can feel it in your hair
When I'm with you, I don't care
Breathe it in
Breathe and stare
At the world around your head
Make a mess and then make your bed
Fill it up and pour it out
Put the cloth over your mouth

All the world has made a mess
I don't care, I'll get undressed
Get into a warm bed
In black water we'll reflect

Move it in now bleed it out
Let the tune out of your mouth
All the fish eat plastic beads
I will feed on plastic meat

All the sucrose in the air
I can feel it in your hair
Hanging planets all align
The sun will the never feel the shine

Of itself on a sandy beach
Where I wanna jump in the sea
Been away for many days
Spin and dive bomb, crash the plane

And I know this song will end
Gotta go to the bar and meet a friend
And I'll come back, get in bed
Wonder why I know I'll do it again

All the movements in between
Hey, that was a soft memory
Look at you and wonder
"Why all the movin'?"

"Is this real life?"
"Is this real life?"
"Is this real life?"
"Is this real?"