Scrolling Stone

I'm a scrolling stone, gathering no moss Just a trail of broken attention, another total loss My thumb's a metronome of misery, ticking through the feed Planting little seeds of want, watering the greed I see a life in fragments, highlight reels of fake Another filtered fantasy I'm conditioned to mistake For something that could fill the hole that's growing in my chest A digital lobotomy that never lets me rest But the stone keeps rolling, never finds a home Just a restless ghost inside a silent, glowing tome I'm a SCROLLING STONE! Can't find my way back home! Lost inside a world of glass and steel and chrome! I'm a SCROLLING STONE! Eroding to the bone! Looking for a feeling that I've never truly known! I see the couples laughing on a beach in Mexico While I'm sitting in my kitchen, watching credit scores grow slow I know it's all a curtain, a performance for the crowd But the silence in my apartment feels especially loud I double-tap the picture, leave a heart that isn't real A tiny hollow gesture that defines the way I feel Connected to a billion souls, yet utterly alone Another tired, polished, perfectly presented scrolling stone And every time I put it down, the quiet starts to scream Reminding me I'm living in a borrowed, fading dream I'm a SCROLLING STONE! Can't find my way back home! Lost inside a world of glass and steel and chrome! I'm a SCROLLING STONE! Eroding to the bone! Looking for a feeling that I've never truly known! Maybe the moss was never the problem. Maybe the rolling is