Fuck your rose I don't like the smell
It's a perfect world but it feels like hell
'Cause the things I need are within my reach
But the things I want are escaping me
And it's taken me
Way too long
Just to get right here
I can't see
That the grass is green
And the sheets are clean
'Cause I dream to live
While I live my dream

Always standing at the door like bye, I'm leaving but I don't
I just have to pick the key up let myself out but I don't
Stuck in heaven I don't like it like before
It's too pretty I can't take it anymore
What's the problem just a bit of masochism never hurt
Living off complaining pessimism is a form of art
Stuck in heaven I don't like it like before
It's too pretty I can't take it anymore

Why not have fun with the fortune
Na, na, na, na, na
Let's live our lives like we're tortured
Na, na, na, na, na

Like before
Like before
Same number but a different score
Same building but a different floor
Same ending but a different story
Back when good enough was good enough
Before couldn't do was shoulda done
Will I ever be done? Am I always gonna do
Why'd I even come up here? I don't even like the view