Maybe this silence is more than I can bear
Maybe I should try to fill every gap in the air
What if we became lovers?
What if I knew everything about you?
What if you came over every night and you knew everything about me too?
Would it be better, better, happier, feel happy?
I cry a *something something* monologue for only my walls to hear
I pray to be protected from the loneliness I feel
Just as my love turns back to me
I said “happiness is about to come”
Panic starts hunting me,
I pick up my heart and run
So when will it be better, better, happier, feel happy?
Maybe before *something*
I should try to travel into
Myself to find my isolation,
My love, find you
‘Cause then It’d be better, better, happier, feel happy.