| Happy? |
| I just can't figure myself out Or what's surrounding me Or what I surround myself with A 2 ton fist is pushing me to the streets again Looking for relief in my restricted state I wake from dreams of high before I rush by a crush I have on you You're a lover most true I'm falling off again You'll always be my friend She never lies but she eats me alive Elastic mind that always bends for my drug of choice I think I hear her voice It's like pixies and angels and cocteau twins so beautifully sung But it's a noose she's hung |