A picture so perfect
A picture so clear
Painted by numbers
And the dye doesn't smear
But under the surface
Thin layers of sheen
Hiding the scent of latrine
We can polish every stain
We can patch up the cracks
Improve all we want
Cut ourselves some more slack
But it's still gonna be there
It'll have a new frame
But the concept
Is always the same
It’s the same conversation
We had yesterday
The same situations
We always replay
But the stench here
Ain't going away
We continue to bicker
A billion fists clenched
We’re still getting sicker
From the fumes of the stench
So another coat of varnish
Over the reek
To save us from
Feeling too weak
There'll be moments of clarity
Glimpses of virtues
Of what we could be
Like a friend who
Always overstays
The stench ain't going away