Could you please just sum it up for me

Splayed out like a modern tragedy

I can't take all of the baseball caps

And paperbacks,

And slam poetry

You're a perfect modern narcissist

Special and stupid like the rest of them

But I'm glued to the page

In love and enraged

At attention I want them to give me

Cuz' it's lonely being right all the time,

Every time

It's lonely being right all the time

Then the golden hour spills through our bed sheets

Hanging over the windows

And a cool blue air sits tightly with the Armchair Guy's focused windfall

We all chatter about the talentless herd driving the talentless ship

Saying, 'I could do it better if...'

'Yeah, I could do it better if... '

Could you please just sum it up for me?