Everytime I think I will finally turn away from the institutional gestures of my past,
the barred windows, chain locked doors, the promise breakers of my ragged youth,
the urban myths that have become my bedtime stories, the fables which imprison me
like Jonah in the fish, yes, everytime I begin to believe in freedom;
to leave no thin strings between us, I hear my Father,
whom my soul loves with all of its heart and purity, speak to me:
On one condition. Say yes.
Happiness, make me a promise
bright as a cherry.
I want a ceremony. Somebody
to send invitations to. Open skies
to gaze upon. A galaxy of stars.
Men, dressed in white tuxedo's
behind the bar.
I want a hairdo that will set the night
on fire and a red dress.
Maybe some of that
cold confetti rain
Happiness, I know about your reputation.
How you slide out of the room
after everyone's had a few drinks.
How you attempt to make amends
but your hands are frozen and your lips
are blue from grinning.
Happiness, you're like a piece of fruit,
you bruise too easily.
If I could just grow you in the palm of my hand,
Happiness, you decide.
Teach me how to smile.
Show me what it means to laugh like a child.
This isn't a popularity contest.
Happiness, can I be your imaginary friend?
Dragging behind you from town to town.
When you stand up, I'll lie down.
Happiness, I want to learn a new skill.
Can you show one to me?
I'm tired of dodging bullets, landlords and suv's.
Come be my motto. My melody of splendor.
I can see it so crystal clear now. You and me
in our palace of joy. Our aluminum hideaway.
Molding our minds together while outside the gray
world keeps at it. Misery that is. The opposite of us.
Happiness, I wonder, do you even exist?
Or are you just some figment of my imagination?
Is that you I think I feel scuttling across the surface
of my enchanted heart?
Hey happiness, let's make a deal.
You stick around, I'll quit crying.