Things are not the way that I remember
The world around me changes every day
I don't recognize the person standing in my mirror
Looking older now and angry and afraid

Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all?
Do the values I've upheld hold any value now?
I am worried my America will die when I do
And there won't be nothing left of me when I am not around

When I was young, we didn't have the internet
Or corporations censoring our words
I sit and scroll at night in the soft, blue cell phone light
As the lines that divide fiction from reality's blurred

And I work too many hours to research everything
There's just so many minutes of the day
I'm wary of the jokers and the Kool-Aid dipped joint smokers
Hell, you can't believe a single word they say

And the media wants money more than telling me the truth
Journalists farming clicks with shock headlines
I am worried for my children
though I don't know how to tell them
What this world will look like when my America has died

And you can call me a hypocrite
Or white supremacist, whatever helps you sleep
But I don't where I fit into this
Unless I now decide to relearn everything

Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all?
Do the values I've upheld hold any value now?
I am worried and afraid in a myriad of ways
And I want to see the future, but I don't know how