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They ask me to care

but the bills are due 

and the baby is screaming

and my life isn't where I want it

and you want me to be honest 

and type out my feelings 

on these bullshit electronics,

It's getting old

They ask me to care

while I'm watching it on the screen

eating popcorn in my sweats

laughing at the meme machine,

For the fighters this hard truth is hard

and when the roles are reversed 

the empathy will be empty

and that curse we rehearse every night,

It's getting old 

They ask me to care

as if the people who keep seeing it

are seeing it for the first time

and the lines seem oddly familiar, 

They draw them from the inside 

to divide the wrong from the right

and blur it again so you assume all night, 

It's the end again for the first time

but probably not the last

it'll happen again soon when the resources are gassed,

It's getting old

They ask me to care

and I just don't have the energy

and the sympathy isn't there

For me to keep this thought suspended

and they see us as currency

and the spending spree is endless

Pretending they're not doing this 

and shift focus for instance

while they fold flags for moms

they keep asking for the interest, 

It's getting old 

But the bills are due