Lyrics I Just so Happen to Believe - Hawksley Workman

I Just so Happen to Believe

You’re sick of all their silence.
You’re clutching the bouquet.
You’re wondering yet again what is the right thing that you should say.
Oh the angle of ascension.
And the closeness of the sun.
As you keep pondering the question.
Why no one found you fun.
And you’re proud of the description.
You’re feathering your hair.
But there’s no one RSVPing.
So they’re not likely to be there.
So you’ll gorge upon the starters.
You’ll titty-fuck the cake.
But filming the entire thing will be your worst mistake.
Oh the sadness in your laughter.
As you ring up your mother.
She said don’t you worry daughter but I can’t find all your father.
I just so happen to be friends with one side of the conflict.
You try to ape the strangers.
Cuz they’ve got the pattern down pat.
Oh you dragged your favourite bowling ball but you had to give it back.
Oh the cling in static clothing.
Makes the company sever.
But nobody comes to claim.
Despite all of the free beer.
You’re the olympics of disaster.
The challenge of the crowd.
You wanna fuck the school.
But you know it ain’t allowed.
So you’ll promise the dispenser it’s a 'squirtz' in every shot.
And it should be the inspiration.
And you’ll tell my mom she’s hot.
You’ll tell her.
You’ll call her up and you’ll tell her.
Fuck all the text messages and emails you pussy.
If it be your pleasure.
I’ll introduce your saviour to you now.
He’s standing right behind me.
Oh a cavalcade of colour.
I fit you to be sure.
With my ancient understanding.
At the base of your allure.
I just so happen to believe in one side of the conflict.
You swept in like a silence.
A cameo upstaged.
The kind of stunt that use to leave you totally enraged.
Oh you say forget about that now darling.
And sit back into your chair.
Let me writhe upon your thigh.
As you fix upon my hair.
I just so happen to believe in one side of the conflict.