The first line is free, the catch is I always forget it
Hard to believe we used to be so connected
Sponsored ads and half-friends everywhere I scroll
College kids and has-beens haunt the Wonder Bowl
What if I wrote everything out as it happened
Footnote for note, imitate life, camera, action
Bars of garbage lyrics slipped through cellphone cracks
Someone call a critic, cut me if I slack
Working for a living, living for a dream
Dreams are unforgiving single-player schemes
