F*** You, Lewy Body Dementia

It’s a lovely day, a lovely day

Weatherman said right around eighty

Everyone smiles in the training films

See the scenes lit for beauty

There’s doughnuts in the break room

Morning programs where everyone laughs

An old man in Wisconsin frozen tears

Dead in his chair cause he couldn’t keep on the gas

I’m on the fast track, my friend

On the fast track to a bad end

It’s a lovely day, a lovely day

A lovely day to drop dead

300k in a 401k and it’s all okay

Fuck you, Lewy Body Dementia

Genocide in the news

There’s doughnuts in the break room

A little prophaghanda while you wait

For the lift, wondering if anyone has a crush on you

Genocide in the news

Someone’s burning popcorn in the break room

You’re thinking of someone you need to visit soon

Someone who pretty soon won’t remember you

He’s sobbing about the men coming out of the walls

With icepicks and eyes like dolls

Fuck you, Lewy Body Dementia

Which energy drink do you prefer?

Come on, all you sailors no compass

That’s why they call it sneaker wave

You’re just babbling

One more conversation

Like running the air con with the windows down

One more greeting

When you just want to hide

Feeling like a bottle with too much inside

Hey, there’s doughnuts in the break room 

Fuck you, Lewy Body Dementia

A little shiny, a little dirty

Like a fake coin on the floor of the laundry

A little shiny, a little dirty

Maybe you won’t make sixty

Talk about that sports team

Talk about food

Thoughts like impatient lovers

Storming from the room

It’s a lovely day, a lovely day

It’s a lovely day to drop dead

It’s a lovely day, a lovely day

To be betrayed by your own head

Fuck you, Lewy Body Dementia