Old Man Yells At iCloud

Lyrics

Could we dwell on something else or maybe change the subject? I'll check my privilege at the door so you won't get too upset But the things that separate us – what used to make us unique? We're wavin' 'em like a handicap of why our lives are always incomplete The food's chock full o' hormones and so are all the kids I could always say the right thing if we could all agree what that is I can't come right out and say it but you all know what I mean Every statement's now a trap on searchable rectangular machines What a surprise that I'm aging and the world confuses me Old man yells at iCloud but lately I'm just whispering I'm a person on a planet but if you pan back far enough You can't see indignation – in fact, you can't really see all that much Everyone gets confused and sometimes we all wanna quit The problem's not the platform, it's really how you stand on it And if the point is giving everyone at the table their own seat Please don't wear yourself out when the conversation comes back to me