When I was younger I knew how to be sad
I didn’t run away, I didn’t even flinch, I gave it everything I had
Now I’m too overbooked to cry
I ask how much, instead of why
you gotta notice when it goes, to miss it when it dies
It’s the exchange I make these days I guess
trading my genuine misery for artificial happiness
I wanted my moods to go on a diet and wither away
all the voices in my head to just be quiet and stay that way
all I sought was peace where I went was numb
and millions like me have been that dumb
Only I know how frozen in my anger I’ve become
It’s the exchange I make these days I guess
trading my genuine misery for artificial happiness
Sweet domestic scene, exhausted from play, they sleep in their beds
and why would I wish this brutal unease on their innocent heads
I know that I walk, feels like I crawl
I’m standing up and I’m two inches tall
only the web of habit keeps me going at all
It’s the exchange I make these days I guess
trading my genuine misery for artificial happiness
trading my hunger for god for a seminar on success
trading these low down blues for a brand new party dress
