The Sim

I burned my kitchen down

Just cooking an autumn salad

I feel like such a clown

Finding a path that's valid

I tried to climb out of the pool

But someone removed all the ladders

I'll be your April Fool

If you tell me if any of this matters

Hold your breath now

It's all a simulation

Keep your head down

It's someone's machination

There's a faint chance

That this is real

But I don't want to wager with those odds

No, I don't want to anger the gods

I've found ways to survive this long

Staying quiet and aloof

I wish this house could feel like home

But someone's taken off the roof

It always feels like something's wrong

Like falling with no parachute

But if this winds up my swan song

At least the reapers kind of cute

Take a breath now

If that's a simulation

Then it's a good one

Just an observation

There's a faint chance

That this is real

But I don't want to wager with those odds

No, I don't want to anger the gods

Hold your breath now

It's all a simulation

Keep your head down

It's someone's machination

There's a faint chance

That this is real

But I don't want to wager with those odds

No, I don't want to anger the gods