A Fine Frenzy
Bomb in a Birdcage

Happier

Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical

Touches stricken cold and clinical

Such a transformation to behold

I don't like this new, I like the old



It's not the words that make it final

You've said such things before to rival them

But it's how you say them now that's changed

Cold but sympathetic all the same



You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off



So you go on and I'll be happier

I'll be happier

You go on, yeah, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be happier



Shoot me with your rubber bullets

Your finger's on the trigger, pull it

I know you want the suffering to end

And so, it is forgivable my friend



All to convince me that I'll be better off



So you go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on, yeah, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be happier



Say what you mean, what you mean

Is you'll be happier without me

Without me

Without me



All to convince me that I'll be better off

So you go on and I'll be happier

I'll be happier

You go on, yeah, you go on

You'll be gone and I'll be gone

you go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on, you go on

You go on and I'll go on and I'll be happier

you go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

You go on and I'll be happier

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