Count Over

Happiness was just outside my window,

I thought it’d crash blowing eighty miles an hour.

But happiness is a little more like knocking

on your door, you just let it in.

Happiness feels alot like sorrow,

let it be, you can’t make it come or go.

But you are gone, not for good but for now,

and gone for now feels alot like gone for good.

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard,

happiness was never mine to hold.

Careful child, light the fuse and get away

’cause happiness throws a shower of sparks.

Happiness damn near destroys you,

breaks your faith to pieces on the floor.

So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now,

but happiness has a violent roar.

Happiness, it’s like the old man told me,

look for it and you’ll never find it at all.

But let it go, live your life and leave it

then one day you’ll wake up and she’ll be home.