Happy? in Kind Of Like Spitting

Songtexte Happy? in Kind Of Like Spitting

I'd like to blame it on my job, but I cant blame it on
that. I cant blame it on the
tetherball that never comes
unattached. I'd like to blame
it on the dead ears the
ringing in my dead ears.
Every note I hit feels a
little flat, tied to the chasm of a broken heart. A
toothache of sorts a very
late start and I'm rockin the
sea it ain't like me, you're
sinking in the sand. I can't
blame my girlfriend shes a
real real real real real
friend with a cool cool heart
than never goes cold on me. I
can't blame it on the lying
idiot rockstar mirror, I'm
dancing like a moron, I guess its my own fault. Yes, its my
own fault again. there's
temperament and there's
tentative action and
somewhere in the middle is a
bitter young fool with a
palate for poison and a poem
for every rejection. Comes
down to me and me, or you and
you alone. The people we love can never crawl inside of us,
even if they wanted to.
Happy's up to you.

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