Been a long year, yes it's been a hot minute

And life just keeps spiraling out of control

Remember the orange head crybaby president?

Seems like that nightmare was ages ago

Global pandemic and science deniers and

Nobody wants to go back to their work

Everyone's waiting for things to be normal

So why am I feeling like such a cool jerk?

What does it mean to be Post-Normal?

Lately I'm feeling like selling my stuff and

Heading out into the desert alone

Anything but sitting 'round and reflecting

On pointless drivel I see on my phone

The pitiful fabric of so-called reality's

Fraying and coming apart at the seams

Nothing will ever be "normal" again and

No one knows just what the hell that means

This is what it means to be Post-Normal