Happy Songs

Do they call it acoustic?

When you can hear my heart breaking in the background,

When the volumes turned up but it’s a silent sound,

That escapes you when you think they’re talking about your soul.

How did they know?

How did they know?

Your love is broken, you watched crawl away,

It feels like they sang to you today.

 

Do they call it ironic?

When you can sit and listen to somebody’s story

Written perfectly for you?

It doesn’t matter what they call it, cause it exists,

And it’s inside you, and you think that they’re talking about your soul.

How did they know?

How did they know?

Your heart is broken you watched him crawl away,

It feels like they’re singing to you today.

 

That little piece of confidence like you’re not all alone,

There’s somebody out there, who calls the messed up a state a home,

And they knew how to put it in words,

Make it heard,

That they’re hurting too, and you’ll all make it through,

Cause sometimes there’s those happy songs,

And unhappy people don’t write happy songs.

How did they know?

How did they know?

Your heart was broken but they healed it almost right,

It felt like they were singing to you, you knew that I was singing to you,

That night.