The Real Me

They say to me it's key to be yourself Authenticity is king Never seek to seem like someone else But pretending's irrelevant Since I've seen the true, the real me I'm a teenage boy in the year 2345 Who's playing on a simulation of my life And the kids in the future have it pretty alright So none of my fears are real, I'm just beams of light On his screen and it's so freein' To know that when my life is static (game pause) He's probably just peein' Teenage boy Play my life's course To escape out of yours I just got one question of sorts Why'd you make me so bad at sports? When you think about it, it makes sense That our actions are all controlled By a group of future adolescents Sometimes I act like a 12-year old But you can't blame me For peein' on the seat It's not my fault (ooh-ooh) It's the teenage boy in the year 2345 Who's making me aim very slightly to the right In the toilet, inside the VR synthesizer His momma gave his pop in 2329 I can see him, and he's feelin' A bittersweet nostalgia for a period That he's never peed in Teenage boy Make me dance through my life Wish I could see what you look like But from the dance moves you make me try I would guess that you're probably white And does the teenage boy ever wonder if I can feel his joy in me? And does the teenage boy ever contemplate? The fact that there could be Another teenage boy in the year 8345 Who's playing on a simulation of his life And that every time he moves, he is feeding the minds Of the overlords who keep him all suspended in slime I can see him and he's feelin' Their tiny little tentacles which tickle him to keep him from sleeping Teenage boy Thank you for fighting Through a true sacrifice and Living out your husk of a life So that my one can be alright Be alright