Happy.
Happy.
I’m so incredibly happy.
Happy in the light of a burning room
while my tequila spins me around like my lover, like my muse.
Happy when I sing, happy when I walk,
happy when there’s nothing to ignore,
happy when the only thing kissing my cheeks
is the marble lips of the bathroom floor.
I’m so happy when I cry, I’m so happy I could die.
My baby, my heart and my mind,
I’m so happy when you’re happier in her arms than mine.

Happy.
Happy.
I’m so incredibly happy.
So incredibly happy, it’s so incredibly sad.
The best I can find is at the bottom of a bottle,
tasting the bitter sting of everything we had.