Happiness... Any Day Now

Happiness is leaning on my shoulder Like a cigarette, burning me all over It is killing me, slipping through the cracks of my Sweet misery, Sunday morning stories of you Is always all about you Happiness is crying in the kitchen drinking Like a friend and all my ugly wishes, it is Listening while I'm chocking on my pride and all the Songs I scream, Sunday morning stories of you Is always all about Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness, any day now Loneliness is hiding with the lonely falling Gratefulness while polishing his trophy she was Beautiful but beautiful don't matter after Wonderful Sunday morning stories like these Are always all about.. Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness, any day now Running, always running, always falling On my, falling on my face! Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crashing to the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness, any day now