Happy (Band)
I Call Shotgun
Feels like the right time
Feels like the right place
To tell you everything
But you don't wanna hear
What I gotta say
I'm begging for your attention
I'm running in
Circles again
How did we get so stagnant?
There's gotta be
More to life than this
All my songs sound so tragic

1 day at a time is how I'll take it
2 songs ‘til you get to my house
3 cigarettes away from a break-up
4 times we've had this same conversation
5 days short of a week since you've called me
6 people told me you said ‘Hello’
7 minutes with you would feel like heaven
But count on me to let you go

Sleeping on
Hardwood floors
Drinking beers out of the can
I've chewed my
Fingernails to bone
You can see how stressed that I am
Between you and me
We've got eight bucks
I guess you can see how far that'll get us
I got a remedy
For our bad tendencies
But your consistency is killing me