Sofa City

[Verse 1]
Perm sky outside, turning charcoal grey,
Monday's blueprints piling up today.
But this old couch, a warm, soft, urban find,
Leaving all my worries far behind.

[Chorus]
Oh, Sofa City, my concrete core!
Monday's knocking, but I want more
Of this soft resistance, this sweet, defiant fight,
While the city neon bleeds into the night.

[Verse 2]
The heating hums, a low and steady drone,
Outside the pane, the Kama's pulling stone.
My phone's asleep, a silent, dark facade,
No grand connections, just this simple, soft reward.

[Chorus]
Oh, Sofa City, my concrete core!
Monday's knocking, but I want more
Of this soft resistance, this sweet, defiant fight,
While the city neon bleeds into the night.

[Bridge]
They build their towers, reaching for the stars,
While I find freedom behind these bolted doors.
This humble dwelling, a blueprint for my soul,
Making tiny moments beautifully whole.

[Outro]
Monday can wait, yeah, I'll stall the clock,
In Sofa City, my favorite block.