Degraded - Preoccupations

We’re throwing caution to the wind

We are consistent in our flaws

Predictably, we have no goals

Incapable of abstract thoughts

Wondering how long it might take to bleed through

I can’t improve

I can’t improve

I can’t improve

Subdued ideas split in two

So solemn and melancholy

Another thing that you can do

Unwillingly for somebody

We’re absolutely obsolete

Intolerant and overheating

Leaving our footprints in the concrete

There’s nothing left here to compete for

Degrade into a fraction of yourself

Degrade into a fraction of yourself

Degrade into a fraction of yourself

Wondering how long it might take to bleed through

I can’t improve

I can’t improve

I can’t improve