Stuck In Heaven

fuck your rose i don’t like the smell it’s a perfect world but it feels like hell cuz 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 cuz 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