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Neon on a rented street

Credit ticking under feet

Streaming dreams in 4K light

Swipe left, stay up all night

He’s got loans in quiet stacks

She’s got filters, facts, and hacks

Every headline scrolls too fast

Nothing’s built to last

We live for just these twenty years

Do we rent the next fifty out in fears?

Young Americans

Breathing through a data plan

Young Americans

Waiting on a better scan

Mom said, “Freedom’s in your hands”

Hands are full of shifting brands

Gig to gig and shift to shift

Hope is on a monthly drift

Therapy at half past nine

Mindfulness and cheap red wine

Doomscroll past the rising seas

Buy a tote that plants more trees

Young Americans

Posting where the sirens stand

Young Americans

Learning how to understand

No one storms the palace gate

We negotiate with fate

Vote by mail and mute the feed

Plant a garden, learn to read

Somewhere past the sponsored skies

Truth appears in smaller size

Not naïve and not immune

Just awake a little soon

Young Americans

Not as loud as history planned

Young Americans

Holding what they still can stan