Happiness

It must be hard to change Sarah says to let it go, quit selling dope The rashes on your skin are creeping up in small talk amongst your friends But happiness is whatever you make of it It must be kind of fun living in a woozy world, letting rumours do the rounds The doctor says a habit will just rot your head But happiness is whatever you make of it Open up my eyes, show me something real Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing I don’t need a shrink cause this feels like the real thing Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing You’re selling kids a dream of Armageddon fantasy and entropy Hungry for a break Whеre have the days of happinеss gone? You’ve been self-aware for far too long to still be here But I guess happiness is whatever you make of it Open up my eyes, show me something real Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing I don’t need a shrink cause this feels like the real thing Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Call in sick tomorrow Make my bed another day Open up my eyes, show me something real Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing I don’t need a shrink cause this feels like the real thing Oh my God! It must be so good to feel absolutely nothing