Make You Happy

Every now and then, I get a little too close
To a kind of truth that's not worth thinking about
But you can't stop the mind from wandering
You gotta slow it down, maybe get yourself under control

And it's hard to stop the pondering
And there have been points when I feel like I've been on a roll
But then those curtains get drawn
And the chances that you thought you had
They really come to nothing at all

And I have no need for such things
But to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
Busted strings on this guitar
Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?
And if you keep me on your right, could I keep you on my left?

And there's a question on your lips, on your fingertips
Stabbing in the dark like you're cut-cut-cutting your fringe back
But it's grown out at such an angle, that the shears aren't sharp
You've got to straight-straight-straighten the blades up

If I could make it easier
I would always try to make it easier
But to be a cautious operator is the way to stop this falling apart

And I have no need for such things
But to make you happy
Does it make you happy?
Busted strings on this guitar
Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere
Could you make me happy?

And I have no need for such things
But to make you happy
Make you happy
Does it make you happy?
Does it make you happy?
And if you keep me on your right, could I keep you on my left?