Bad Role Models, Old Idols Exhumed (psst, teenagers, put your clothes back o) - Car Seat Headrest

They were just some aliens passing judgement

Sifting through the fallout of our final judgement

Found our skeletons with sharpened teeth

That was a thing back then

If I’m good

Or if I’m bored

I’m not gonna call you anymore

I’ll just visit the exhibit you left on the site

Of bad role models and poorly carved idols

I remember it was never a pleasure to meet you

Had to make a fake account just to meet you

But I can’t stand your posts now, I’m going to delete you

Used to be that sweet fear but these days it’s just

We are friends

Be our friends

What’s my name?

What’s my gender?

Or are we above that?

Or are we beneath that?

You forget just who you’re talking to

And you probably looked like an idiot in that hat