A Fucking Happy Song

Reconstructive implications molest my ego
palms worn bare from masturbating the misery
thousands of balloons released from long ago
fresh farms full of seeds, of legions, of me

Turning to the mirror and watching my head glow
so large it is, it fills the tiny room
Dancing with my motives I’ll find somewhere to go
Taking pleasure, without facing impending doom

so I am free, full of my hope
so the pain is set aside and I grow strong
So i am me, and that is dope
its time to write a fucking happy song

I forgave myself for being young and laying down to hope
I released the hate for choices I had made
I acknowledged that I've learned and can now toss myself a rope
I filed the receipt for all that I have paid

Now i walk into a room and my vibe is oh so chill
The crowd it beckons me to come and play
This feeling that is growing and allows me to be filled
I'll share it and give the love away

so I am free, full of my hope
so the pain is set aside and I grow strong
So i am me, and that is dope
its time to write a fucking happy song

No pain, no lies, no misery
No tears to cry or tragedy
No whines and wails and weak regret
Just joy and beer and cigarettes
Today you come and have a sip
Come close young sprite I’ll bite your lip
Tonight you'll find I'll give you smiles
And bang you down the halls and Isles

This night of nights I face my friends
The inner demons I've now released
Today I let the boogieman go
This time, it's for me I feast

so I am free, full of my hope
so the pain is set aside and I grow strong
So i am me, and that is dope
its time to write a fucking happy song










 

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