Or we can go to all the places where the money’s spent / And buy whatever new distraction that the suits invent / They know the demographic that we represent / Because they heard all of our secrets through the heating vent / So write another song about your discontent / And wax nostalgic for a time less turbulent / With metaphors like closet doors that won’t open / And you can use your list of words that rhyme with ‘opulent’ / Now someone said that you should throw in ‘malcontent’ / Maybe somebody can tell us where the liquor went / And we can raise our glasses while they raise our rent / And search for a solution that’s more permanent / But there isn’t any doctor or a medicine / That’s gonna make you feel less insignificant / Another bunch of words that you can soon forget / Another bunch of crooks disguised as gentlemen

— “When the Party Ends” by Saturday Looks Good to Me

Ever since Spring has been taunting me this year, I basically listen to SLGTM every day.