Papal Bull from Young Rites by Dom Saad

Dug up a relic from 2013
Familiar complaints flickered on the screen
Attached to an essay on the papacy
You’ll be hoping that I’ve changed, presumably

Can’t you call instead of texting
Can’t you come to town today
Like the mess you made in Vicky Park
Like our little holiday

Face down upon my desk
I pulled the roots up with me
Don’t think it’s what you meant
I’m at the mercy of the breeze

You can try a different network
Yeah, I feed and feed all day
Now this user’s disconnected
And this user’s gone insane

I’m afraid of what this is
I’m afraid of where it’s going

Feed and feed and feed and feed and feed and feed and feed all day

Face down upon my desk
I pulled the roots up with me
Don’t think it’s what you meant
I’m at the mercy of the breeze, and now
I’m afraid

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