Happiness Is leaning on my shoulder Like a cigarette burning me all over It is killing me Slipping through the cracks Of my sweet misery Sunday morning stories of you It's always all about you Happiness Is crying in the kitchen, drinking Like a friend and all my ugly wishes It is listening while I'm choking on my pride And all the songs I scream Sunday morning stories of you It's always all about you Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crash into the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness any day now Any day now Loneliness Is hiding with the lonely thinking Greatfulness while polishing its trophy She was beautiful, but beautiful don't matter After wonderful Sunday morning stories like these Are always all about you Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crash into the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness any day now Any day now Any day now Any day now Running, always running Always falling, always falling On my face, on my face Happiness is laughing at me like a clown Watching my Nirvana crash into the ground In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown Happiness any day now Any day now Any day, any day now Happiness any day now Happiness any day now Happiness any day now