Running in circles going nowhere Running in circles going nowhere fast More money, new car Better body, new guitar We all reap what we sow Superficial happiness ebbs and flows Endless consumption to spend one week high Discontent with living sometimes I'd rather die I'm addicted Frustrated, complicated, isolated, incapacitated Hedonic adaptation isn't lost on me Spreading yourself thin between wants and needs Nickel and dimed until we're content The high won't last long, sadly codependent