The Good Place Lyrics

Late nights at Think Coffee

Talking postmodern philosophy

And I will admit

That I Kant get you out of my head

And that joke makes me wish I was dead

And if I died, I'd be sent to the bad place

I'd be Chidi

You'd be Kristen Bell

And we'd fall in love

In our private hell

And then it would be the Good Place

Every night I watch all of your stories

To be honest they all fucking bore me

It's just memes about depression

And random astrology

And all I think is how I can't compete with your sad life or these lame guys

Thanks to our mutual low self-esteem

Weekends, at the strand, hand in hand

Coming face to page with sylvia plath

Well inflation's hitting paperback prices

You say you cant afford to read all the classics

But if you promise to have sex with me

You can have my old dog-eared copy

And we can Delta all over Venus

While you're stuck in the bell jar

And nowadays

I think you'd rather be Elsewhere

But somewhere in Brooklyn

Is it ironic that I still care

I'll be Derek, be my Mindy St. Clare

I wanna dance with you

Til we're in the good place

Or the bad place

Or the medium place

Realistically we'll end up in the Medium place