Hey Contemporary

Hey contemporary
Do you worry like i do?
I find the past doesn’t make
As good an escape as it used to

So i try to think about the future
What will be
But how can i think about the future
Or anything

When it’s so fucking now
So fucking now
So fucking now
There’s no getting around
That it’s fucking now
So fucking now
It’s oh so fucking now

I’ve tried bombarding my thoughts with positive things
Like you do
But i’m immune to the hope
Immune to the dreams
I once knew

So i start to think about the end of everything
It’s easy to think about the end of everything

So fucking now
So fucking now
So fucking now
There’s no getting around
That it’s fucking now
So fucking now

Hey contemporary
Do you worry like i do?