I Think I’m Done Writing Out Loud

So long, goodbye
I’ll see you when I see you
You can pick the street
I’ll meet you on the other side

So long, goodbye
Do I really have to finish?
Do returns always diminish?
Did I say that right?

Does anybody want to joke
When no one’s laughing in the background?
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again

So long, bye
I’m slowly losing power
Has it only been an hour?
No, that can’t be right

So long, goodbye
Hey, here’s a fun idea
How ’bout I sit on the couch
And I watch you next time

I wanna hear you tell a joke
When no one’s laughing in the background
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again

Am I going crazy?
Would I even know?
Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago?
Wanna guess the ending, if it ever does
I swear to God that all I’ve ever wanted was
A little bit of everything all of the time
A bit of everything all of the time
Apathy’s a tragedy and boredom is a crime
I’m finished playing and I’m staying inside

If I wake up in a house that’s full of smoke
I’ll panic, so call me up and tell me a joke
When I’m fully irrelevant and totally broke
Dammit, call me up and tell me a joke
Oh shit, you’re really joking at a time like this?

Well, well, look who’s inside again
Went out to look for a reason to hide again
Well, well, buddy you found it
Now come out with your hands up, we’ve got you surrounded

– Goodbye, by Bo Burnham, from Inside

I don’t think I’ll be writing public posts anymore. If you want to know how I’m doing, you can ask. If you don’t care, no changes are required on your end.