Sad Modernity

Summer, 2007
 Drunk at the wedding
 Of my former enemy
 Those days
 I was still stuck in my young ways
 Back when the fresh-faced girls
 Were still a friend to me
 The theme song
 To this sitcom
 Don't have shit on
 Our greatest episode
 I still think back to
 All that shrink-wrap you
 Placed around your heart
 As it overflowed
 But who knows where we are?
 Now that my first car
 Houses nothing but the stuffing
 Of the pain of mundane joyful suffering
 Sad modernity
 Had its turn with me
 Baby, did it have its turn with you?
 You moved out to Seattle
 You won the raffle
 At work for the waterpark
 You drove me across
 The country black with loss
 But something in the dark
 Well, we made it spark
 But who knows where we are?
 Now that my first car
 Spun itself into the median
 On I-75 this evening
 Sad modernity
 Had its turn with me
 Baby, did it have its turn with you?
 My mom's there
 Selling menswear
 In the lens flare
 Of some little memory
 Summer, 2027
 Drunk at the wedding
 Of my newest enemy