I want to sit comfortably
Not in the lap of luxury
A cozy open house
A big comfy couch
Make our own sundaes
On those lazy Sundays
SPF while we sun bathe
Chillax as we star gaze
All of those bills are paid
All of those spills will fade
Our hearts been saved
Our arts been made
Face on down in their screens
Nothing there is as it seems
Smiling wide on the outside
All their screams they hide inside
Phone tablet laptop TV
Light in my eyes draining me
Who killed mister Bojangles
Who willed sinister rectangles
All of those bills are paid
All of those spills will fade
Our hearts been saved
Our arts been made