One Way Trip

This is a one way trip.
 and I feel undone.
 the only thing keeping me going
 is knowing that my presence and absence mean something to someone else.
 and I like that joy division t-shirt you're wearing, just kidding, I hate it, they've got it, they've all fucking got it, goddamn, good goddamn.
 Well I have my doubts,
 and a crooked smile.
 It don't take long to figure out
 what all these kids thought college was about
 and I'll take what your stumbling steps speak with a grain of salt, and hope that your artist's rendition
 isn't a product of hopeless addiction
 I don't hate you
 I just hate your drugs
 railing lines of popularity
 so we can't just how far down we've come.
 and I want to be so selfless and caring and most altruistic, but most of the time we judge the sadistic
 and you're probably thinking I'm narcissistic.