Dr. Panglossian from Stupid by Bob Gaulke

Dr. Panglossian

Sing with me; let’s be in harmony
I just want to hear you smile
Look at me; open your heart and breathe
We can sing for a million miles

You’re in this for survival; the veneer of civility
Scratches easily under your nails
You want nothing of me; only hinting at things
Unlikely to be revealed in the details

Do you believe in everything
Could we ironically fall in love
Or could we just be like raindrops
Falling on this guitar

I need something to do even to temporarily stall
These thoughts rolling out my mouth
You present as desperate; you call me naive
In this you’re not far from wrong

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