We live in a society
and I'm trying to be
the nicest I can be
but I'm sick of all the niceties
so why do we
smile at every person on the street
when inside their hearts
could be blacker than the tar
beneath our feet
No, I'm not perfect
but I think everyone's a little grey
like concrete mixing
people arent a solid state yet
but I wonder how
beautiful we'd all become
if like a poorly maintained country lane
despite the flaws, we'd all just carry on.
That's unfair
because the roads fall on a system
that relies on all the guys
smoking cigars in ivory buildings
to come and fix them
but sometimes when you're a person
you fall out of the loop
and all the roads lead to nowhere
and when they do you find a noose
that's being held up by you
so who cares about bad people
or the reasons why
being nice is hard
cause in our heads were all bad guys
