Metamodernity

Next to Hudson Yards, it's crowded on the weekdays
 From April to May
 Parse apart a troubled heart from an e-train
 And sing about it in L.A.
 With clouds in the rearview
 You start humming along to the first verse
 Of your favorite song that you quote each day
 With the words all wrong
 So call me when the world looks bleak
 I love you, but it's hard to believe
 With every day we'll start to see
 The rest is metamodernity
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 With agrestic charm, it's humid in the Midwest
 From June to July
 All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
 Which mantle the horizon line
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 From the outset
 It's been hard to tell
 Why we feel this down
 When it all bodes well
 So call me when the world looks bleak
 I love you, but it's hard to believe
 With every day we'll start to see
 The rest is metamodernity