A Satire of a Satire of a Satire Is Tiring (F3ral remix)

I'm starting to think that maybe I'm wrong.
It's easy to forget what you're fighting for and what matters more.
But maybe I'm not. What if only time can tell?
Well, until then we'll try this again.

I feel colder without you
But I've learned to embrace the chill about you.
I can't tell if I lost or found you.
Am I making sense or do I confound you?

I feel colder without you, you, you, (repeating)

Hearing you talk
I wonder who taught you to whisper with a voice so loud.
Oh wow! You've got opinions to share?
So just keep yelling through the
door sending your four-letter prayers.

(Jump-cut nonsense)

Get lucky once if I care!
Use all your luck if I'm really even there!
I'm so exhausted with noise.
You give me options but don't give me a choice.
"Let's get rich quick, " my invitation to the cynics.
"Well, I can't do that. I'm saving up for the day that I get sick.
So run away with your teenage schemes."
What you've got in smarts; I've got ten times in dreams.
I feel colder without you
But I've learned to embrace the chill about you.
I can't tell if I lost or found you.
Am I making sense or do I confound you?