[Intro] Fresh start. Healthy choices. Discipline. Got my shit together. ... It’s five in the fucking morning and I’m making chips. Excellent. [door handle catches] RRRIP. Oh for FUCK’S sake. [Verse 1] Alarm went off, I negotiated Hit snooze twice, somehow celebrated Coffee got made, that counts as a win Don’t ask what time I went to sleep again Keys in my hand, looking for my phone It’s in my pocket. Excellent. Everything’s fine till something catches wrong Then rational adult me is suddenly gone Not tragedy Not despair Just my fucking pocket hooked onto a chair [Pre-Chorus] I’m doing fine I’m doing great One inconvenience from challenging fate IF THAT DOOR HANDLE TOUCHES ME AGAIN— ... Growth. [Chorus] I’M ONE POCKET AWAY FROM A TOTAL FUCKING MELTDOWN One sleeve caught one cup dropped and the whole damn system shuts down Should I be ashamed? Probably. Am I? NOPE. But— I SHOULD BE! To be clear— I’M NOT! [Verse 2] “I’m exhausted. Going straight to bed.” Beautiful plan. Then one question crosses my screen Now I’m twelve fucking layers behind what it means Article leads to a paper Paper leads to three Some bloke forty years ago predicted half the shit I see Psychology History Technology Patterns repeating like humanity’s allergic to chronology One weird theory— Bullshit. Obviously. ... Hang on. That bit’s interesting though. Now I’m checking sources Watching the same behaviour wearing different faces Body says: “Go the fuck to bed.” Brain says: “BUT WHAT IF CIVILISATION’S FUCKED?” [beat stops] WHY THE FUCK IS THE SUN COMING UP? [Chorus] I’M ONE POCKET AWAY FROM A TOTAL FUCKING MELTDOWN One wrong thought one interesting link then the whole damn rabbit hole goes down Should probably close the tabs Stop investigating human collapse Do I know better? YES. Will I stop? NOPE. I SHOULD BE! Self-awareness counts for something... RIGHT?! [Verse 3] Then there’s the attitude. Apparently I have one. “I should be ashamed of my attitude.” Fair. To be clear— I’m not. But I should be. I can analyse the pattern Trace it back through time Then look directly at the healthy option— “Nah, not that one tonight.” Knowledge? Plenty. Application? Under development. Insight for days chips in the fryer Writing songs about healthy choices while making choices considerably shitter [Bridge] Everybody worries about their future. Somehow I end up worrying about the future of humanity... and the humanity of my fucking future. Every pattern wants an answer. Every answer makes another question. Sometimes it becomes a song. Sometimes three hours researching shit I absolutely did not need to know. And sometimes— I’m just fucking tired. Human civilisation will probably survive if I go to bed. ... Probably. [Build] Maybe that’s adulthood. Not getting your shit together. Just getting more accurate about how your shit is not together. You know better. You try better. Sometimes you do better. And sometimes— DING. you make chips at five in the morning. Should I? NO! Did I? YES! Are they good? FUCK YEAH. [Final Chorus] I’M ONE POCKET AWAY FROM A TOTAL FUCKING MELTDOWN Too tired to sleep too wired to rest Doing my questionably healthy fucking best I know my flaws I know my ways Can explain them all seventeen different ways Should I be ashamed? MAYBE! Have I grown? SORTA! Do I know better? YEP! Do I always do better? ... NEXT QUESTION! I SHOULD BE! To be clear— I’M NOT! But the self-awareness? FUCKING TOP NOTCH! [Final DnB run] ONE POCKET! ONE DOOR! ONE QUESTION! SEVENTEEN TABS MORE! BAD ATTITUDE! NO REGRET! HEALTHY CHOICES— NOT FUCKING YET! GO TO BED! ONE MORE LINK! DRINK SOME WATER! COFFEE, I THINK! [Outro] Chips are done. Sun’s coming up. Healthy choices start tomorrow. ... That’s what I said yesterday. But I should be. [door handle catches] ... YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME! Morning Kiddo.....What would you like for breakfast? [END]
