Texty: Hey Mercedes. Haven't Been This Happy.

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A cool quarter to two
In a messed up room
I'm watching you
Curl into corner
Close to dream
That I doubt's about me
Quarter to three
Still not asleep
But I haven't been this tired in weeks
Got my mind all tied up
Alive in a line up again tonight
True trauma for me is drama for you
I'd read you both rolls if you'd just roll over
You tell me you're blue
You're just confused
It's that you haven't been this happy in minutes
Happens every time
Haven't eased your mind yet
Time to try
Why lonely light
A lifetime of bad nights
What are you talking about
Everybody wants to see that face out
True drama for me is trauma for you
And I'm some fool
For acting so bruised
When I tell you I'm blue
I'm just confused
It's that I haven't been this happy in minutes
And I fight to get beat
Or in a better mind
Retreat
Why lonely light
A liftetime from the sidelines
What are you talking about
Everybody wants to see you shine
Sad eyes what are you talking about
Everybody wants to see that face out
True drama for one is trauma for two
And I'd like to thank all of you
I'm still trying to get it all right and
I haven't been this happy in minutes