Heat Rash
And we exhale
And we roll our eyes
And we do these things in unison.
And woe is me
And woe is you
And woe is us, together.
And woe is me
And woe is you
And woe is us, together!
And I always get confused,
Because in supermarkets they turn the lights off when they want you to leave,
But in discos they turn them on.
And it’s always sad to go, But it’s never that sad,
Because there’s only so many places you’re guaranteed of getting a hug when you leave.
And then on the way home,
It always seems like a good idea to go paddling in the fountain,
And that’s because it is a good idea.
And we’re just like how Rousseau depicts man in the state of nature:
We’re undeveloped.
We’re ignorant.
We’re stupid.
But we’re happy.
