Well, it isn’t much to boast about

Jump the fare

Get choked out

Our fine metropolis

Can be… inelegant

Harder to say

Without being paid

What they take out of me

Monday through Friday

The bureaucratic arm

Can be negligent

But one bat of your eyes

And baby, I’m sold

Out of the lie

The teleprompter told

Anyone can shout from a rooftop

And pretend they are omniscient

You keep me singing

You keep me sane

You spare me from the logic

Of my obsessive brain

Without your presence

Darling, I’d barely be sentient

Chorus:

This world can go down in flames

I’ll be Holding an ashy bouquet

One-of-a-kind minds

Homogenized through identity cliché

But me and you, we’ll keep waltzing

Anyway, anyway….

Another text, but it’s never from

God

So I keep watching baseball highlights

From 2001

I may be numb

But damn, Jeter could swing it

Treating disillusion by watching

Youtube

The screen, window and couch

My fortress of solitude

If it weren’t so fast, I would’ve hit it

Kiss me in the morning

And put my fears to bed

When I cry flower petals

Remind me that its

All in my head

Happiness is experience

And anyone can miss it

When they sell a compromise

As your idealism falls

Like the sun behind the horizon

As the commute home crawls

It’s only one planet

This is how the heavens spin it

Chorus.