Sophisticated Space

What a sophisticated space
What a well educated population
What socialite would go donate
What it takes to own this place for sixty days

In a sophisticated congregation
There's a collection of a space that puts on
Banquets that I have vice-reported on
From the balcony and the wall

The worst permission slip you can imagine
Wouldn't gain entrance to anything other than who
Would dole out all the tickets to
Imagine that don't go to anything at all
Good luck ever knowing yourself

You're sitting in a room and speaking well
Reporting on the temperature
Fake-deep, non-eloquently, every hour

Lost deep inside the MFA
Ten mental breakdowns we are navigating
I think in all regards, I've found a welcome home
Amongst the people made of stone

Now, if you wait in between
What did you say, man, and what did you mean?
Whatever, it's just good etiquette to sink the model ships
A model pirate and a model wave
Two varieties, oceanic and friendly
If the news is really great

Now, if you really think the time is running out
To say all the great things you thought of today
You're more than right, you are enlightened
Knowing that your place is never to fill anything at all, let alone space

Good luck summationed in a place like this
Taking okay care of myself

Scan the spiral stairs
Teleport back to the middle of the room
I can't give my mind back, but I can try to take it back to me
Take it back to

Scanning the spiral stairs and
Teleporting back into the middle of the room
I can't give my my mind back, but I can try to
Take it back, and I can try to make it work, too

Take it back to me
Take it back



Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Frances Gish
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