Better Dying Lyrics

Fears of fading in a cul-de-sac plague me

Reverse in and out of my suburban dream

We paved the lawns with clay

I think I liked it more the other way

Better living, better dying

The Teflon starts to burn

Let's go shopping for a frying pan

That won't kill me or make me sick

The price we have to pay for a non-stick

Will I leave more behind than a dent in a cheap IKEA couch

Am I done having fun outside this LED lit house

A few minor renovations and this place will outlive all of us

Oh we put the effort in, so what's the fuss

Wage slaving in a yellow box daily

Slipping in and out of my reality

No gods, no kids, low pay

No health insurance for my tooth decay

I've been working on not working

Trying to figure out

If i have a soul worth searching

How can i find the time

When there's every Sega ROM on my hard drive

Will I leave more behind than a dent in this cheap IKEA couch

Am I done having fun outside this LED lit house

A few minor renovations and this place will outlive all of us

Oh we put the effort in, so what's the fuss