Chilling on a park bench with Perfection
Is a fella by the name of Okay
Satisfaction waits and smiles on the sidewalk
Since Misery departed yesterday
The sun begins to set on the horizon
Perfection packs his bags up for the night
Darkness makes his way up to the park bench
And suddenly Okay is not alright
It’s a Utopian thought in a Utopian mind
In a god damn Utopian town
But Utopia shows that
Utopia knows
Utopia’s not how it sounds
The next morning Confusion comes to visit
Satisfaction does not pass by and wave
Loneliness has spread out on the park bench
While Optimism slowly digs his grave
Motivation staples fliers to the trees
For Happiness has gone away somewhere
Pessimism says there is no use in searching
And Apathy just doesn’t really care
It’s a Utopian thought in a Utopian mind
In a god damn Utopian town
But Utopia shows that
Utopia knows
Utopia’s not how it sounds
And isn’t it a nice day to sit in the park watching everything turning dark
And isn’t it a great day to sit in the park watching everyone turning dark
It’s a Utopian thought in a Utopian mind
In a god damn Utopian town
But Utopia shows that
Utopia knows
Utopia’s not how it sounds
Emptiness has now consumed the park bench
A view that No One sees, where No One does
And Wisdom shakes his head at Expectation
For he knows that Perfection never was
It’s a Utopian thought in a Utopian mind
In a god damn Utopian town
But Utopia shows that
Utopia knows
Utopia’s not how it sounds
Utopia’s not like it sounds.
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