first person basis

Hay fever and a non-reply Call the outlet, read them the news Bug killer coordinates with street lamps and signs I've noticed a new buzzing in my shoes The masks by the checkout are flagged "Seen on TV" now Our age of retribution to the truth If spit up what happened then A mess of soiled government I'd ruin all the parties we go to But if I let go and settle it The best is but a precedent I didn't set, so I tyrannize the truth By the time I'm 49 I'll have lived as many lives as you And by the time I have to stop Asking for the right to not Preserve the bitter soil you grew through Cuz if this god-forsaken place Is how a nest turns to a grave I'm sorry There's just no room for you