Times Like These

Bubbles in the toilet  
Ice shards perpetuating    
the electric highway    
If I looked well    
it wouldn't matter    
Cliches don't matter    
Merely the essence    
   
The poets have been singing our songs all along    
Selling out isn't selling out    
If you're cool    
We could have made the perfect human  
But we all started to hate pieces of ourselves  
The budhists were right  
It's still snowing outside