Doesn't it?

Doesn’t it feel good to be grateful,

At least once in your life?

Doesn’t it feel good to be alike,

In those moments you close your eyes?

Doesn’t it suffice to know you are good,

No matter the circumstance?

Does it?

Doesn’t it soothe you to know there’s still love in your heart,

And everyone you meet

Does open up a bit.

 

Doesn’t it make you sad to order your food, your girlfriend,

Your life over the internet,

Doesn’t it enrage you to still wage that useless war against your better judgment,

Your friends, your people,

Doesn’t it?

 

And do you wish the rain to wash away that wrinkle on your forehead,

That grey hair of yours?

Does it?

 

Doesn’t that song spread its blasphemous ideals all over your brain?

And you believe that fake smile to be true,

Your gullible kind, and

Oh you pretty swell sound,

Doesn’t it?