Books Without Pictures Lyrics

Poems that don't rhyme

Are a useless waste of time

That's just a sentence

Let's be honest with ourselves

Books without pictures

Are boring little mixtures

Of words I care not to read

And abstract paintings aren't that hard to do

Neither is singing this song for you

But I hope you won't forget

That all isn't last and beauty isn't dead

And I hope you'll remind yourselves

To enjoy taking breaths

And to wake up and smell the roses

To enjoy taking breaths

And to wake up and smell the roses

Your song without a chorus

Is just gonna bore us

With preachy little musings on life

If I wasn't trying to fight it

I'd say that I liked it

But your guitar's out of tune anyway

But being this cynical isn't that hard to do

Neither is singing this song for you

But I hope you won't forget

That all isn't last and beauty isn't dead

And I hope you'll remind yourselves

To enjoy taking breaths

And to wake up and smell the roses

To enjoy taking breaths

And to wake up and smell the roses

And all good music was made before 1979

I'd say I'm all ears but everyone agrees online

Maybe someday eventually

The algorithm will think of me

As someone who can write a decent song

I'll take all my pennies

And I'll have so many

That I'll even give you all one

But being this generous isn't that hard to do

Neither is singing this song for you

But I hope you'll go and forget

What everyone says and what everyone's fed

And I hope you'll remind yourselves

That life can be beautiful

And to wake up and smell the roses

That life can be beautiful

And to wake up and smell the roses