Everybody’s Microdosing Narcissism

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[Intro]
[furious acoustic guitar strumming immediately]
[upright bass bouncing wildly underneath]
[drums doing rapid ghost notes on snare]
[room noise, chair squeak, somebody mutters “fuck”]

I think everybody’s microdosing narcissism now

[Verse 1]
[drums settle into frantic nervous groove]
[upright bass walking aggressively]

The guy behind me at the gas station
Was filming himself buying gum
Like someday historians are gonna need footage
Of him choosing spearmint instead of cinnamon

And I know I sound bitter
But I literally spent three hours yesterday
Refreshing analytics
For a post I secretly hated while writing

So who am I to judge?

I’m just another raccoon in the dumpster
Hissing at my own reflection in a smartphone screen

[Pre-Chorus]
[guitar gets sloppier and louder]
[snare ghost notes become frantic]

Everybody wants to be perceived now
Nobody wants to be understood

[Chorus]
[huge explosive release]
[group vocals shouted recklessly]

And holy shit
What happened to everybody?

Why does every conversation feel preloaded
Like a customer service chatbot having an anxiety attack?

Why does every room feel colder now?
Why does everybody reply 14 seconds too late?
Why do I leave every interaction
Feeling like an oil stain pretending to be a person?

[Verse 2]
[upright bass doing chaotic runs]
[drums constantly filling empty space]

I saw an influencer crying on livestream
Because her apology video underperformed

And somehow that felt more honest
Than anything a politician’s said in 40 years
Except for that time that H.W. Bush said they were working towards a new world order

Meanwhile I’m eating expired strawberry yogurt
In my boxers at 1AM
Reading comments from strangers
Like I’m searching for hidden directives on how to exist

And every ad says
“You deserve this”

Buddy,
I can barely survive this

[Bridge]
[everything cuts except upright bass and rim clicks]

I think the internet turned everybody
Into unpaid interns for their own personalities

[Build]
[drums becoming almost jazz-chaotic]
[acoustic strumming harder and harder]
[group humming underneath]

And now we all talk like brands
Dress like algorithms
Flirt like HR departments
And grieve through app notifications

[Final Chorus]
[fastest loudest part of song]
[gang vocals screaming together]
[bass practically running]

And holy shit
Maybe I’m the worst one here

Maybe self awareness is just another performance now
Maybe irony poisoned my bloodstream permanently

But I still wanna believe
There’s something authentic left somewhere

A cigarette outside a concert
A stranger helping somebody carry groceries
A terrible local band playing to twelve people
Like the world hasn’t already ended

[Outro]
[instruments falling apart but never stopping together]
[drummer speeding up accidentally]
[upright bass keeps walking after everyone else fades]

[tape hiss and amp buzz linger]

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[Intro] [furious acoustic guitar strumming immediately] [upright bass bouncing wildly underneath] [drums doing rapid ghost notes on snare] [room noise, chair squeak, somebody mutters “fuck”] I think everybody’s microdosing narcissism now [Verse 1] [drums settle into frantic nervous groove] [upright bass walking aggressively] The guy behind me at the gas station Was filming himself buying gum Like someday historians are gonna need footage Of him choosing spearmint instead of cinnamon And I know I sound bitter But I literally spent three hours yesterday Refreshing analytics For a post I secretly hated while writing So who am I to judge? I’m just another raccoon in the dumpster Hissing at my own reflection in a smartphone screen [Pre-Chorus] [guitar gets sloppier and louder] [snare ghost notes become frantic] Everybody wants to be perceived now Nobody wants to be understood [Chorus] [huge explosive release] [group vocals shouted recklessly] And holy shit What happened to everybody? Why does every conversation feel preloaded Like a customer service chatbot having an anxiety attack? Why does every room feel colder now? Why does everybody reply 14 seconds too late? Why do I leave every interaction Feeling like an oil stain pretending to be a person? [Verse 2] [upright bass doing chaotic runs] [drums constantly filling empty space] I saw an influencer crying on livestream Because her apology video underperformed And somehow that felt more honest Than anything a politician’s said in 40 years Except for that time that H.W. Bush said they were working towards a new world order Meanwhile I’m eating expired strawberry yogurt In my boxers at 1AM Reading comments from strangers Like I’m searching for hidden directives on how to exist And every ad says “You deserve this” Buddy, I can barely survive this [Bridge] [everything cuts except upright bass and rim clicks] I think the internet turned everybody Into unpaid interns for their own personalities [Build] [drums becoming almost jazz-chaotic] [acoustic strumming harder and harder] [group humming underneath] And now we all talk like brands Dress like algorithms Flirt like HR departments And grieve through app notifications [Final Chorus] [fastest loudest part of song] [gang vocals screaming together] [bass practically running] And holy shit Maybe I’m the worst one here Maybe self awareness is just another performance now Maybe irony poisoned my bloodstream permanently But I still wanna believe There’s something authentic left somewhere A cigarette outside a concert A stranger helping somebody carry groceries A terrible local band playing to twelve people Like the world hasn’t already ended [Outro] [instruments falling apart but never stopping together] [drummer speeding up accidentally] [upright bass keeps walking after everyone else fades] [tape hiss and amp buzz linger]

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