Closest to Happy

9 am roll out of bed
Take my meds
Give me a minute
Shut up the voices in my head
Get the jank mobile to crank
There's no gas in the tank
Putting my faith in
Caféine fluoxetine nicotine
To make it

Always Looking for new ways
To keep things interesting
But my patience is wearing thin
Can we fast forward to the weekend
Cos it's the closest to happy i get
When everything goes according to plan
Depends on how my weeks been

If there's any religion left in you
Id ask you to pray
For this heart that feels so much more
Than i could ever say
The only way i can get better
Cant give up never
Clingin desperately to hope
Cos it's the only saving rope
To hold on, to cope
My last spiritual trope

Constantly
Feeling of between
Existence and belief
All my damage
All my rust
All my hope
And all my trust
Half way between
To be and not to be



Credits
Writer(s): Andreah Johnson, Christopher Collins, Jack Vermuth, Trent Johnson
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