Sorry for Being an Apologist Lyrics

I been feeling symptomatic

Something's about to start to happen

Fetch a bag and grab some napkins

Maybe a prophylactic

Summon a sense of action

Stow your bags, batten the hatches

Kiss your moms and hug your dadses

I've got something to say

To say in my own way

Because lately things are feeling crazy

See it in the news like daily

People scared and craving safety

Emotions high and facts get hazy

State of the Nation: complaining

Each side of the aisle's insane

And we got to start rearranging

But how can we effect change when

New show on TV

An app for my needs

Do not disturb please

Ohh yeah this couch is comfy

Aren't you feeling free?

Free to be lazy?

New car, new phone, new big screen

Maybe just like being angry?

Because every single screen is screaming at me about some kind of enemy

And every click and poke and push

I feel a buzz and get a rush

Thinking back to halcyon days before invisible waves

Met a man with Grand Old Party

Some of my friends acted strangely

Listening to him intently

Not just waiting their turn to speak

When they did, they kept it friendly

While still being contradicting

Found some ground on which to agree

And kept the conversation moving

It ended with them still differing, but it ended amicably

With a deeper understanding of how the other side was feeling

It was fucking crazy

Dude owns an AR-15

Not something I would carry, but I think they're chilling next week

Don't think he's bringing the gun though

But still it's feeling like

Every single screen is screaming at me about some kind of enemy

And every click and poke and push

I feel a buzz and get a rush

Thinking back to halcyon days before invisible waves