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