Far Away Riches

Everybody looks

rich from far away Nice house,

clean car, somewhere warm in May I zoom in like,

wait—what the fuck do they do?

Everybody I know got a better damn view

Somebody bought a kitchen bigger than my place Somebody's forty-five pretending they're

twenty-eight Somebody's in Aruba on a random Tuesday I'm eating out the

wrapper in a truck on a driveway And I know,

I know Nobody posts the card getting declined Nobody photographs the argument

after dinner Or the thirty-year loan underneath that new Benz Still looks

pretty fucking good from here

Everybody looks rich from far away

Everybody's winning when you don't know what they paid New roof,

new teeth, new boat in the bay Everybody looks rich from far

away (from far away)

I saw a guy I hated buy a beautiful home Spent ten

minutes calculating what he probably owes Then I caught myself rooting for

a variable rate Like his mortgage going up would improve my day

That's ugly

But it's true

I don't even want his life I just want his fucking kitchen

Everybody looks rich from far away

Perfect little rectangles arranged on a page I know what gets cropped,

I know how this works Still somehow everybody's doing better than me

first

Maybe he's broke

Maybe she's miserable

Maybe they're leveraged up to the chandelier Maybe they're doing fantastic That's

actually worse

Everybody looks rich from far away

And maybe some of them really fucking are

That's the part nobody puts in the lesson Sometimes the guy with

the Ferrari Actually owns the car

Everybody looks rich from far away

Nice house, clean car,

somewhere warm in May

I'm not gonna tell myself none of it's real Some of it's

real And that's exactly how it feels.