when is it my time to be happy again? the universe doesn't feel next to me anymore and i can't hear the ocean when i close my eyes anymore. my bouncing, anxious leg kept me awake and i couldn't help but think of you. oh you, you, you, you. where are you? who are you? when i think of you, you seem like a bad dream now. a really, really bad dream. a fairytale of storms and natural disaster.