The truth is That happiness Is the hardest swallow to pill
I watch the world turn From inside my warm blankets A hearty meal inside my belly Paired with a deep red glass Of falling to my knees Desperate, for something more
A pill can solve many things But it can't solve this loneliness It can't heal the aches and scars With a feeling all to fleeting All to swift
You can't cage happiness Inside your hands It'll only peck and stab. Don't grind it's bones Into soft white dust And snort it out the back.
Love the Swallow as it is, For its fleeting, shining joy. It'll come back again, It will come back. I promise.