Flat Black

He likes it best when there's no choice

He's got option anxiety

He prefers the simple things

Until there's something better out there

He has a view but has no voice

The way that it's supposed to be

He's not afraid of anything

Except whatever's looming out there

And why should he ever need to change?

He's got nowhere left to go, left to go

He loves the radio

It takes him out of his colorless dull white and flat

black

There's a place he's dreaming of he can't imagine

himself there

There will be a risk to take

He makes a calculated effort

It never comes to push and shove

Retreat and disapproving glare

There's never been a choice to make

He knows he'd crack under the pressure

And why should he ever need to change?

He's got nowhere left to go, left to go

He loves the radio

It takes him out of his colorless dull white and flat

black