LYRIC

I’m happy now. I don’t know how
I found a mother who will love me like she ought’ta.
Is she kissing me, platonically?
She’s sixty-three and knows just how to coddle me.

She takes somethin’, Oxycontin,
For her pain. Is she insane? I’ll steal that pill again.
We eat at five always on time.
Re-fill my plate and watch my waist degenerate.

Back of a bus
Where he’s telling us
It’s time to leave
… and I’ve no other place to be.

Don’t want no job in some garage.
Changing parts on broken cars, deluded superstar.
If I can’t buy the things I like
Sell her CDs, color TV, and the silver knives.

She calls my friends to do me in
By telling them I beat her again.
They just say, you’re crazy lady.
Are you happy now?

She cares for me co-dependently
Calls the cops before she stops them from arresting me.
I’ll never be entirely
Sure about. Without doubt, I guess I’m happy now.

Back of a bus
Where he’s telling us
It’s time to leave
… and I’ve no other place to be.
… and I can’t get up on my feet.
… and I no longer feel my knees.
… I finally can rest in peace.
… I’m happy now here in my seat.
… I finally can rest in peace.
… I’m happy now here in my seat.
… and I no longer feel my knees. I’m happy now here in my seat.

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