I should up and join the hipster circus, 
running in the tightest social circles
so I can get a girl that makes me nervous, 
be above them.

Looking at the lens a million poses, 
wanna have a beard to rival Moses, 
get some ivory powder up our noses, 
guilt comes later.

And I feel alone but shit I'm famous, 
20,000 likes can sound so dangerous, 
Instagram and Tweet my life's outrageous, 
feel so low key.

Why must I feel that I'm so different
when we were all the same as children?
When I'm the one who's never listened, 
when I'm no better with my filters.

Listening to hip-hop cause it’s trendy, 
and I lived a lot but I’m not twenty, 
wanna change the world but feel so empty, 
I’m a genius.

Got a new tattoo for every party
but when I was young I played with barbies
I go up to my dad like “I’m so sorry, spent your money.”

And I play guitar and read Bukowski, 
and even though I’m rich I think like Trotsky, 
say some of his lines you’ll think I’m artsy, 
so you’ll like me.

Why must I feel that I’m so different
when we were all the same as children?
When I’m the one who’s never listened, 
when I’m no better with my filters.

Nineteen Twenty