I'm not sure if it's me that's talking, or if it's the liquids I've consumed
Playing my tongue like a puppet, making me sing out of sync and tune
I'm afraid to sober up, cause I'm afraid that I might find
I'm just a perspective shift away from losing my mind
It may not be reflected by real life
(But in my mind I'm doing fine)
It's all rose tinted through these bloodshot eyes
(But in my mind I'm doing fine)
It may not be reflected by real life
(But in my mind I'm doing fine)
But in my mind I'm doing fine
I'm doing, yes, I'm doing alright
Style over substance unless the substance can be abused
No empathy, no heart on the sleeve of my slick designer suit
I used to sing sad ballads but these days it's mostly meaningless rhymes
From the vodka addled vacuum of my mind
Yes, sublime I've got heaven on my mind
And joy reverberating through my soul
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is the only goal
And so I'm letting go of everything I know
To keep my conscience clean, a drink and a dance is all I need
The bright lights simply serve to deepen the shadows
Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is the only goal
And so I'm letting go of everything I know