I know that there’s no dealing
With the way I’m feeling
I’m so out of touch with everyone
And everything’s a blur to me…
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I’m super high on happy
The dopamine nearly kills me
Bouncing like an excited puppy
Smiling wears me all the way to revelry
Slightly crazy, mostly high
But right now I’m too stupid to die
I may have ditched the walk to town
But playing sour notes won’t get me down
I could talk about love all day
But don’t get me wrong, ‘cause it’s easier to say
Than to complain about my cold coffee
The sugar tastes sweet, laughing over candy
I’ll never be royal and I don’t wish for gold
But I just don’t want to do as I’m told
I might have missed another point
But keep your eyes off me until you appoint
Life in blue and colour-coded pastel
The empty picture frames I have can go to hell
I may be tired, but there ain’t nothing to it
And I won’t stare and quietly sit
Because I love songs that scream, songs that dream
Songs with titles ripping at the cover’s seams
I love songs that I can dance to at the top of my lungs
And songs that don’t make any sense, I won’t leave them unsung
Made in America, from Houston to California
A wild party in Baltimore, childish theme parks in Florida
From Australia to England, each road and tour a trip
For each minute I walk and listen, ain’t anything I’d skip
I’m dizzy and frisky on this unfamiliar feeling
My hands raised in devil signs, my feet touching the ceiling
I’m confused, almost passing out from hysteric serotonin
But still I want more, enough to take me all the way to heaven
I’m super high on happy, and I will write a million words
About my eccentric thoughts in this square-cut world
Because I may be sad all the time, but that doesn’t mean
That I’m not allowed to have fun, and in the rarest times that I do
It’s more than what I need to carry on and crave life again.