LYRIC FOR SALE

By Tree746

Verse 1
Everyone's searching, skimming past the ordinary.
Given enough time and space..
extraordinary turns ordinary again.

Verse 2
Most aren't as dull as they first appear..
yet everyone wants a billboard sign,
of what to expect.
Most just glance.. then scroll on by.
Maybe dig deeper.. who knows what you'll find?
Or keep playing the casino we call "online",
it's easy to play..
and to lose.
How many get deceived too?

Chorus
Dodging on purpose.. my queue's already packed.
Why chase more issues,
when I've got no time to spare?
Twenty-four hours in a day..
eleven to work, eight for sleep,
three for me, two on the road.
See what I mean.. see what I mean?
Extraordinary's overrated..
when you're just trying to breathe.

Verse 3
Life's a subscription.. auto-renew.
Same old charges.. nothing new.
Might as well call it.. My Life, Nobody Cares.
Drama's the only headline.. we flip through.

Verse 4
The ones always near.. fade first.
Ordinary 'til they're gone..
that's when you remember..
they were extraordinary all along.
We're all issues stacked on the shelf..
but the rarest story's knowing yourself.

Bridge
Hope subscribers forget to cancel..
keep the chaos on auto-renew.
One more year.. same refrain..
"I'll stop this cycle"..
but it still remains.

Chorus (Last)
Dodging on purpose.. my queue's already packed.
Why chase more issues,
when I've got no time to spare?
Even my weekend is gone.. so much for plans.
Wake up just to find..
I spent most of it trying to recover,
and the rest getting ready for the next workday.
Hard to rhyme.. when you're singing the truth.

Break
Dang it.. I did it again..
dodged the truth mid-step.

Outro
The issue's clear..
we chase the new, then forget when it fades.
Remember when cellphones needed physical antennas too?.. exactly.
More connection.. yet less depth.
Worlds open.. but the weight of that knowledge.. weighs less.
This issue's for you.. headline bold..
"Next year.. I'll cancel before they charge at me."
(Yeah, right...)