Happiness Writes White

Ariella, 7:30, I don't want to get up yet Listen to the morning music, cursing the alarm you set As you know, I've never been a praying man I don't need a God to make me feel all right But if you wonder why I never wrote you a song It's because happiness writes white I try to put it into words, but the words just sound like mistakes I try to find a set of chords, but you know how long that takes me I don't trust my fingers, I don't trust my tongue The work is too important and we're no longer young, after all When I consider what you put up with I'm amazed you still have skin When I consider what you mean to me, It's everything It's everything Ariella, 11:30, I don't want to go to sleep Turn the TV off already, Curse the hours we have to keep As you know, I've never been a confident man I've been in the tall grass all my life Until you came along; now there's one less thing wrong Even though happiness writes white I know happiness writes white I know happiness writes white Ariella are you sleeping?