High Contrast

I will no longer be a sad sack 30-something
Who's still stuck leaning on all the self-hate I found when I was 21
Back then, I thought all I deserved, or would become, was
A gutter drunk – a lonely, un-loveable fuckup

The contrast's high enough to see
All the lies being sold to me
I've got everything I need
I've got a life I finally want
And I can start to believe

So, where does it leave me?
Stuck in reverse with the gas tank empty
There it goes again, that "woe is me", that lack of agency
I put a limit on this, call it a past life and move on from it
Open the drawer - just burn the pages, I don't need them anymore

The contrast's high enough to see
All the lies being sold to me
I've got everything I need
I've got a life I finally love
And I can start to believe
I've got everything I need
I've got a life I finally want
And I can start to believe