So passé

An age where we can talk to everyone
But nobody knows what to say
It's getting old and lost its fun
Out off style and so passé. 

I have scars on the inside of my mouth
Because I'm talking to myself
It hurts my jaw without a doubt 
Looking at the life of someone else

We all get lost in the vanity
It takes the human out of humanity
Such a sad calamity 
We soak up life with a battery

Caught up in all the new age trends
Missing all our digital friends
Devolving feels like such a sin 
Hiding behind a self portrait grin


Paolo Driussi