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i'm just a happy kidstuck with the heart of a sad punkdrowning in my idalways searching like it's on junkno matter who i hang out withi can hear the clack clunkof the chains that pull the cars upthe roller coaster mountain top so highwhen it comes down it shoots back upstraight back to the skyi gotta laugh and then i'm asleepand then i walk around and wanna cryout at night to do the strandthe little candles make the bottles glowgot ink all over my right handgetting crushes with no chance to growit's like i'll never ever landthere's always too much sunor too much snowi get slow days and no daysi get rusty and it's hardbut i get notions that oceansare coming to my callyou can learn to get alongi'm just a happy kidstuck with the heart of an old punkdrowning in my idalways hungry like it's on junki'm just a happy kid |
