Honey Do

You bought a house down the street From your third favorite bar So when you get blacked out now You don't get in your car And that's progress, I guess 'Cause now your mess is your mess Unless you get sick In your neighbors' yard Well you're kind and polite Towards the people you meet But you say terrible things When you hide behind screens And you're sure that you're right This is what they deserve And feed on their outrage in turn You and your therapist've Been working on your honey do list But the dread persists As you check off boxes and boxes You quit smoking again You're trying meditation But you're scared That this is just who you are You tell the world how it is With bumper stickers and shirts And if someone disagrees then They're gonna get hurt You're wearing that finger out Aimed at everyone else It's easier than fixing yourself You say that "Evil has a type It rots from within Leaves the poor bastards Blind." As you scour the horizon For monsters and creeps When they look at you what do they see A virtue signal flare that's so bright That you light up the dark And it's so unfair Nothing ever seems to soften their hearts You let their hate become your hate It caught you unaware And now you're so scared You've turned out just like them Full of hate, and afraid Whatever broke you is still gonna hurt You'll be picking at that scab until you're down in the dirt If you go to war with them they'll callous your heart Nihilism is easy Hope is hard