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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mismatched socks on a Monday
Coffee in a cereal bowl
Talking to the houseplants softly
Like they’re running this whole show
Keys in the fridge by the butter
Phone in the washing machine
Somehow I remember your birthday
Forget what the headlines mean
[Chorus]
Wisdom hides in absurdity
Crooked roads that set us free
Tripping over all our theories
Till we laugh at what we knew
Wisdom hides in absurdity
In the things that don’t add up neatly
When the world stops making sense
That’s when something cuts clean through
[Verse 2]
Arguing with the mirror
About who’s really in control
Folding all my secret failures
Into tiny paper boats
Let them float across the carpet
Like an indoor private sea
Every silly little ritual
Says more than a diary
[Chorus]
Wisdom hides in absurdity
Crooked roads that set us free
Tripping over all our theories
Till we laugh at what we knew
Wisdom hides in absurdity
In the things that don’t add up neatly
When the world stops making sense
That’s when something cuts clean through
[Bridge]
Maybe the joke
Is the doorway
Maybe the mess
Is the map
If we’re all fools
On a bad day
Maybe that’s
Where the treasure’s at (oh)
[Chorus]
Wisdom hides in absurdity
Crooked roads that set us free
Tripping over all our theories
Till we laugh at what we knew
Wisdom hides in absurdity
In the questions asked so cheaply
When the script falls off the page
That’s when something true breaks through
Details
GeneratedMar 24, 2026
Duration2:16
LanguageSV
Style
Left-field alt-pop with rubbery bass, crooked drum groove, and male vocals leaning half-spoken, half-sung. Verses stay minimal with dry vocal and quirky percussion; chorus blooms with wide backing harmonies and bright synth swells. Short bridge strips to bass and claps, then a final, shout-along hook that feels playfully profound.
Credits
Prompt byKariuki_njamwitha
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Wisdom hides in absurdity
