Happier

Someone told me that when life's not going your way
You can change the metric
"Why count all the pennies in the bank
When you know it's not making you happy?
You've got your hair, your youth, your stride
And life inhabits your body
It's a shame the blame for all of your stress
Always come down to the money"

I flicked my hair, sort of sighed and laughed in her face
"You must be joking
If I paid no mind to nickel and dime
My panic rises up and away
'Cause I'll starve, I'll die, no wonder why
There's just no life without it"
She said, "Don't be so dramatic
The wallet's emblematic of your desperate need for control"

She said, "I'm not trying to bring you down"
She said, "You need some perspective now"
I said, "What if I'm wrong? Do I worry too much?"
She said, "It can't hurt to be a bit happier"

It can't hurt to be a bit happier

So she took me by the hand and we fled for the night
Hanging bars in Soho
Playing characters, singing for beers
The lamest travelling circus
She said, "If, tonight, the worlds collide
And we're left two minutes only
Would you count the coins at the pit of your jeans
Or would you hold your body against me?"

Immaterial wealth, rain down
Soaking me, crushing everything
Suddenly, all I need is you

I said, "I'm still trying to work this out
I'm flawed, I'm broke, but I'm here somehow
Maybe tonight, maybe just for you
But it can't hurt to be a bit happier"

It can't hurt to be a bit happier