Making Progress

Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress

Watching things you sold being purchased for less

Euthanasia that's easy to ingest

And they call this making progress

If you take a billion plus a little finesse

And dreamy Yale boys cashing in on their "success"

Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest

That equals making progress

Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress

Analyzing data for a sure, sure bet

An affordable commodity that I can invest

Your love

Your sweet, sweet love I guess

Baby, baby it would be the best

If we got together tonight and regressed

It's not like we'd be de-evolving

And the world wouldn't stop revolving

We could forget the problems no one's solving

Surely I jest

And you're not listening anyway

Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess

So repress your insecurities and take off that dress

Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess

Will be a fine day for making progress