Futures Imperfect

(Verse)

Spinning my wheels on the launchpad

Spitting I dunno and itch,

Caught in a viral don’t want ad

For an unfillable niche.

(Chorus)

Duct tape and caramel latte,

Mindlessly foaming grind,

Looking for someone to lie to

That life is well as designed.

(Verse 2)

Camera, action and - curtain!

Catch and repost and release,

Future imperfect uncertain

But it is all that there is.

(Chorus)

Duct tape and caramel latte,

Mindlessly foaming grind,

Looking for someone to lie to

That life is well as designed.

(Bridge)

Itching and spitting spit and spinning

On this launchpad of my soul,

Maybe this is the beginning

Of an unreachable whole.

(Chorus)

Duct tape and caramel latte,

Mindlessly foaming grind,

Looking for someone to lie to

That life is well as designed.

(Outro)

Spinning my wheels on the launchpad,

Spitting I dunno and itch,

Hoping we’re all just a touch mad,

That this is all just a glitch.