| How could I be so happy
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| And still feel so messed up inside
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| I’ve broken all the records
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| For the unhappiest man alive
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| And spending time with you is like
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| Having a needle in my eye
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| So how could I be so happy
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| And still feel so messed up inside
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| Maybe I was wrong for thinking
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| There was something there for me
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| And maybe it’s not about the truth
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| Cause the truth couldn’t set me free
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| And maybe there’s a million people
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| Who could feel the way that I do
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| But it doesn’t matter to me now
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| I still got a thing for you
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| How could I keep on laughing
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| Just to know we didn’t try
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| To put out all the bridges
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| But instead we stoke them and feed the fire
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| And over my shoulder’s the smoke
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| And the gloom that hangs in the air
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| So how could I keep on laughing
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| When I know the bridge isn’t there
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| Maybe I was wrong for thinking
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| There was something there for me
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| And maybe it’s not about the truth
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| Cause the truth couldn’t set me free
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| And maybe there’s a million people
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| Who could feel the way that I do
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| But it doesn’t matter to me now
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| I still got a thing for you |