Happy Galore

Most of the time I am unhappy
And I'm fucking tired of skeleton graphic tees
Cause most of the time I can't stop laughing
Cause if not laughs then what'll thaw the freeze?
I said "this'll be my only hopeless album"
And then another, and then three more
Wow I'm fucked up but at least I'm not Paris Hilton
Must be disturbed to have happy galore
Must be disturbed to have happy galore
Must be disturbed to have happy galore
The struggle's not to stay good
The struggle's to become good
The struggle's not to stay good
The struggle's to become good
(the struggle's to become good)
The struggle's not to stay good
(the struggle's not to stay good)
The struggle's to become good
The struggle's not to stay good
The struggle's to become good
Have you not heard of that madman?
Have you not heard of that madman?
He lit his candle in the night
Seeking God until daylight
And I thought I'd found comedic truth
In off-colored jokes in the Whole Foods
And I lit a candle in the night
Seeking myself until daylight
My biggest fan looks like me
He relates to everything I sing
Thought there were more that looked like him
Guess not no one hears my hymns
Looking back never had no one
Had a friend once in middle school but he went crazy
And now the few friends that I got
We're going crazy
(La da da da da da da la da da la da da da da da)
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Why are you alone so much, you never really left home
you could leave 'em in the dust
Why are you afraid to put fear up on the shelf
when every song you ever write makes you wanna hug yourself?
My hands are getting cold and the story's getting old
and I don't wanna sing these songs no more
And when I get high I think I'm paralyzed
in the bowels of some existential hell
I could tell a little story about how life sucks
but you wouldn't give an anecdotal fuck
I'm only twenty at this little pity-party
and can only hope to wake up with a lampshade on my head
God what I would give for a hug and a kiss
and the knowledge that we'll make it out okay
In writing this song I realized it's just platitudes
I got the long face but I don't got the latitude
Got the latitude
Latitude
I got the attitude
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Why do you care so much you know to make friends
you'll have to make amends with yourself
Woke up this morning and made some coffee
But it didn't even wake me up
So I poured another cup
By the time it cooled off, I'd fallen back asleep