Everyday I wake up, I choose love, I choose light (7)

And I try, it's too easy just to fall apart

 

Oh, my baby don't be so distressed

We're done with politesse

It's time to be so brutally honest about

The way we know we long for something fine

When we pine for higher ceilings

And bourgeois happy feelings

 

And here we are in the center of the first world

It's laid out before us, who are we to break down?

Done