Then Got Bored

If I'm not mistaken, I know the future is irrelevant.
I know they're carrying torches.
I know it's dead on arrival.
I'm not the one in denial.
I'm not having a conniption.
I'm just a soul that is restless.
I never plan to stay here long anyways.
I guess I could just let it go.
I know enough to know, I don't know.
But I know you can't make tomorrow, with "the good old days" as your residence.
I know you cannot make progress, looking forward to another yesterday.
So let's let the future, just, do her thing.
If you ain't careful, they'll try to "make it great again"
Living in a watered-down cycle.
Prophecies of half-truth "remember when."
Dressing "comfort" up, as revival.
This game cheats, but don't fret.
Standing all alone...
I believe in art, as a savior.
I believe it was sent down to misbehave.
I believe it is two steps ahead.
I believe it's backwards, to follow.
Oh baby, I think I took the long way.
Oh baby, I think I took the wrong way.
It's the same game, I think they just cut the lights.
Oh baby, I fear I took the long way.
I'm taking myself out.
Do not make a scene.
If you do this well, let's compare recipes.
Take my fears outside, kill them one by one.
And if you succeed, please share your recipe.