Maybe this is as happy as I'll ever be
Maybe I'll be happy with someone who
doesn't make my skin feel like its on fire
But one who makes me feel like a warm
blanket is wrapped around my shoulders

Maybe I'll be happy with the guy who
pick me up from the bar instead of the one
I'll have to drive home high out of his mind

But what is happy really?
When I was with him my happy was like
bursting flames, my happy was adventurous
and emotion brewing, fights, screaming, and
make-up ***

So, maybe there's just two kinds of happy and
the happy I am now is a comfortable happy
A happy that maybe I can spend the rest of my life
being and I hope he finds a happy he wants to spend
the rest of his life being

Maybe this is as happy as I'll ever be, and maybe he'll
never be happy, at least he wasn't with me