Happiness is a warm, smoking gunnI slowly turn around to face hernTo face what I have donenCan barely hold open my eyesnAll I think about is sleepingnUntil I start to be all rightnnShe just wants to feel wantednAll I wanna feel is somethingnInside of my dim, little roomnI wake up in a panicnThis reoccurring dream I'm havingnI haven't felt like myself in quite sometimennIt was yoursnBut I thought that is was minennStanding on the street sidenLeave me, I'm the last onenLeft with all the things that I've donenFor the longest timenFor the longest timennNow I'm tearing up these pagesnParagraphs with single spacesnDocumented failures, existence of our lovenCan barely hold open my eyesnBut I'll talk her down from lonelinessnIt's what I owe her, right?nnAnother seems to saynLook what she's done to menI'm not to proud of the personnThat you let me become,nI just wanted to feel wantednBut I think that she's forgottennSo let's just see what happens nextnnStanding on the street sidenLeave me, I'm the last onenLeft with all the things that I've donenFor the longest timenFor the longest timennAnd making the most of the things that we havenAnd this isn't the way that I want it to bennHappiness is a warm, smoking gun (x4)nnStanding on the street sidenLeave me, I'm the last onenLeft with all the things that I've donenFor the longest timenFor the longest timennBodies take me backnLet's forget this ever happenednYou've always hurt the ones that we lovenFor the longest timenFor the longest timennHappiness is a warm, smoking gun