I'm Glad You're Happy

Stare at screens
Fiend for feeds and I scroll
New York City
Deals its hand and I fold

It's coming up against me
Showing off your heart
Is everything against me?
I don't think you are

Here's the truth
Four frames in a booth
Flash your eyes
And catch me surprised
Separate
You move on, I still wait for what's done
And all your echoes are gone

It's coming up against me
Showing off your heart
Is everything against me?
I don't think you are

It's coming up against me
Showing off your heart
Is everything against me?

It's coming up against me
Showing off your heart
Is everything against me?



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Stafford
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