Happy?

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.