We love pain and happiness is a myth
Ying and yang, it’s insane but today’s a gift
We sabotage joy and store doubt in an emotional garage
Once in heaven you can’t ever have a ménage
A trois, do drugs, or drive a fancy car
All that money you tithed might arrive with interest
But you can’t floss and post it for all the haters to see up on Pinterest
Seems utopia with all its flaws is already here
If you can’t figure it out now, it’s time to face your biggest fear...