Ignorance is Bliss

I'm not sure if it's me that's talking, or if it's the liquids I've consumed Playing my tongue like a puppet, making me sing out of sync and tune I'm afraid to sober up, cause I'm afraid that I might find I'm just a perspective shift away from losing my mind It may not be reflected by real life (But in my mind I'm doing fine) It's all rose tinted through these bloodshot eyes (But in my mind I'm doing fine) It may not be reflected by real life (But in my mind I'm doing fine) But in my mind I'm doing fine I'm doing, yes, I'm doing alright Style over substance unless the substance can be abused No empathy, no heart on the sleeve of my slick designer suit I used to sing sad ballads but these days it's mostly meaningless rhymes From the vodka addled vacuum of my mind Yes, sublime I've got heaven on my mind And joy reverberating through my soul Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is the only goal And so I'm letting go of everything I know To keep my conscience clean, a drink and a dance is all I need The bright lights simply serve to deepen the shadows Ignorance is bliss, and bliss is the only goal And so I'm letting go of everything I know