David Was A 90s Kid

               The general consensus among my friends is that the hipster is dead
We throw away our blocky glasses and flannels and dawn a new sense of self
We cut our hair into mullets and wear clashing floras and head to goodwill for something from the 90s
 
                      I paint my name on the backs of receipts I got from Red & Blue
                      I paint my name on the front of a stage lit in pastels
                      I paint my name on the sides of my headboard with silver skin
                      I paint my name all the time, hoping it will change with the years
 
Guarding the soil that we buried Solomon in - I tempt an angel with all the names I made for myself
Some names made before millennium approached our fruitless minds, some after
                                                         we turned into a world spotted with
doubt and patriotism we tried to forget
 
                     Thank god for 2008
                    Thank god for the death of Vine
                    Thank god we decided that to make everything great again
 
                                                                        I guess its lucky we found each other now.
 
Found each other before the switch to a newer cleaner deal
              Before the end of war on terrifying senses of self and clashing floras
             Before we move on from nostalgia we shouldn't have felt in the first place
 
            Now we can breath easier knowing meat is dead
                We can steal our fathers Navy jackets and wear them without shame
               We can remember things we were actually around for and cry for lost time -together-
 
Let's put away our broken Polaroid Oneshot and walk a little slower than we are used to
I think it's time we tried to remember where we actually have been