The Bubble
Why would Rachel say I'm floating along?
Rachel makes it sound like floating is wrong
How I live my life is just up to me
I can sit and think for hours and stare out a window carelessly
Stare out a window with my tea
So, I haven't finished my PhD
Even if I had there's no guarantee
It's a decent job to work a café
Serving a croissant with coffee and smile and pretend that I'm okay
Smile and pretend that I'm okay
Wait, who's pretending, I can't quite complain
I've got what I need, I mean some people don't have jobs
Let alone a degree or a home
I'm fine. Oh, I'm happy
God knows I'm happy!
Ohh
Ahh
Mmm
Stop all the thinking
Just look around you
Bursting a bubble to
Happiness is surely hard to define
Other people's views are valid as mine
Most are happy not being treated as kings
Watching seasons change and thriving with nothing but bread and simple things
Nothing but what the next day brings
If we can agree that life is absurd
Like Camus has said, all meaning gets blurred
Sisyphus can surely say that he tried
I can do as him, defiantly rolling my boulder up with pride
Rolling my boulder up with pride
But, if I'm rolling along till I die
Then all I will be is what others will see in me
Not a Sartre, Camus or a Nietzche
I'm just a drifter
Waste of a drifter
Ohh
Ahh
Mmm
Stop all the thinking
Just look around you
Bursting a bubble to live!
Rachel makes it sound like floating is wrong
How I live my life is just up to me
I can sit and think for hours and stare out a window carelessly
Stare out a window with my tea
So, I haven't finished my PhD
Even if I had there's no guarantee
It's a decent job to work a café
Serving a croissant with coffee and smile and pretend that I'm okay
Smile and pretend that I'm okay
Wait, who's pretending, I can't quite complain
I've got what I need, I mean some people don't have jobs
Let alone a degree or a home
I'm fine. Oh, I'm happy
God knows I'm happy!
Ohh
Ahh
Mmm
Stop all the thinking
Just look around you
Bursting a bubble to
Happiness is surely hard to define
Other people's views are valid as mine
Most are happy not being treated as kings
Watching seasons change and thriving with nothing but bread and simple things
Nothing but what the next day brings
If we can agree that life is absurd
Like Camus has said, all meaning gets blurred
Sisyphus can surely say that he tried
I can do as him, defiantly rolling my boulder up with pride
Rolling my boulder up with pride
But, if I'm rolling along till I die
Then all I will be is what others will see in me
Not a Sartre, Camus or a Nietzche
I'm just a drifter
Waste of a drifter
Ohh
Ahh
Mmm
Stop all the thinking
Just look around you
Bursting a bubble to live!
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Writer(s): Michael Dahl Rasmussen
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