Happy Pills

Well aren't we idealistic
Wearing purpose like a suit and tie
Inside the church of life
And bending our arthritic knees at the altar of a god with good P.R.

Well aren't we so optimistic
Tying up shoelaces
In knots of well-wishes
Yet feeling solipsistic when we sit in traffic in our anxiety-driven car

Well aren't we just so stable
At fault for all of our mistakes
Yet I bet all the credit takes
Itself off the table between our folded hands and well-stocked shelves

Well aren't we just so changing
Given to weathering weather
Only when we're together
So we'll be rearranging furniture so we won't sit too close to ourselves

Now I'd like to remind myself
That human is more than a setting on the microwave
Waiting for the sound of the pop
I can't stop thinking of all the time and souls I've saved

I'm not addicted
I'm not addicted
I'm not addicted
Haven't I always looked so glad
Don't contradict it
Don't contradict it
Don't contradict it
Those who are different must be so sad