I’ve been to Hollywood, hills taking violet
Pills, writing all of my songs about my cheap friends
You’re a hard man to love
And I'm a hard woman to keep track of
You like to rage, don’t do that
You want your way, you make me so mad
Got your gun, I’ve got my dad
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
I’ve been to Hollywood, hills scorching valley
Pills, you’ve been trying to write novel ‘bout your cheap thrills
You think you're Hunter S. Thompson
I think you’re fucking crazy as the day's long
Man to man, heart to heart
I love you but you drive me so far
Wish you well, I’m that star
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Witch hazel, witch hazel
Betrayal, betrayal
One gun on the table
Head short if you're able
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?