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Well he sits at his desk 'cause he's trying his best

To envision a future that just won't exist

A utopia

At his fingertips

And in his spare time he frowns at the sight

Of an imperfect office, on an imperfect night

From a cafe across

A Street he provides

And he swears on his soul that he's under control

And his eyes they just move because he claims he's alone

In a room filled to the brim

With people he knows

He closes the door 'cause he knows that before

Everything was what was and it was beautiful

And it broke him half when he found out the math was wrong

So he'll sip at his drink until he falls beneath the plane that we know

And most have come to love

But he knows that it's not good enough

Yeah he knows that it's not good enough

And when there's no sound he'll scream out at hell

And hope that they hear him

And acknowledge his wishes

And force him out of this

But nothing makes a sound

When no one is around

And I think he knows that now