I’m banking on the fact we’re friends
We’re living life as one
We’re living in America
We’re living cynics today

I’ve seen you on my street corner
I’ve seen you with my friends
We’re seeing things together
We’re living cynics today

It’s that cult of American Fuckery
It’s that cult of American Fuck You
It’s that cult we live with daily
It’s that cult of I love You

I’ve measured myself; I’ve found myself wanting
It’s not that simple to let go
I’ve toiled away hoping to measure
I’ve given up, I’ve let go
I’ve mostly let go

I have more control over others
I’ve seen others change for me
It’s mostly positive, I hope

Let go I say, but I control that
Don’t worry, but I control that

It’s silly

Elegant limbs with branches
leaves of another world
… dancing up and down
goodbye

This perfect pitch
it’s humming away
it’s making me sway
… let it go

…see this picture
its perfect mixture
let it go
let us see

We’re all just pretending
At least Actors don’t pretend
We’re making it all up
We’re just going along
Let’s not pretend to not know
Let’s not be willfully ignorant
At the very least

This world is ours
At least that’s what we’re told
We made that up too
We’ll pretend till we’re dead
We’ll look up pretending
We’ll pretend we’re not dead
At least let’s be real
At least let’s be honest
We’re all just pretending
Pretending what’s real

Simplicity isn’t simple
It really isn’t
I promise you
Randomness isn’t simple

It is contrary to reason
It’s Amazingly broken
Gripped and it’s OK

What’s wrong with deliberation
When you’re not in a court?
Smile, life is fucking awesome!

Tenuous perfection
In this reality
When would perfection be anything but?