Anna Madorsky

Lyrics

I read a study about happy people
but the results slipped my mind
I started feeling like I was disappearing
between statistics that an expert would find
What happened to me? Was I ever carefree?
The story of your life will almost always seem to need
an editor to fit inside the pages of a magazine (you better believe it)
But it’s not a soundbyte, that’s not how we live our lives
A body will maintain its uniform motion
unless colliding with an outside force
Our trains move on in separate directions
It’s always outsiders we keep out, of course
You don’t dare disturb the world around you
I look at you for a wordless exchange
The moment’s gone after a three minute standstill
no less strangers than before we engaged
The world is too huge, time tested, never approved
The story of your love will almost always seem to need
If in a fortune cookie they quote you one day
that silver tongue for all to taste
Would the punishment fit the crime?
Is the power reductive in a soundbyte?
And all you want to do is make your decisions
on the multiple choice of a lifetime of tests
The critics sniveling “it’s all been done better”
and pull out a yardstick to measure your mess
Well, a Monday morning quarterback, that’s all I have to say about that
But we’re not a soundbyte, that’s not how we live our lives