| I really hope that you find happiness
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| And the book you write’s magnificent
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| And I won’t help but stare at every word
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| It would burn holes in many mattresses
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| After I place it down, read in full
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| That lovely little book titled, «I Told You So»
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| Yeah, you’re Thoreau-ly mad
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| At the world
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| Yeah, and it sucks, but this place will never change
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| It’ll probably get way worse
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| At best stay the same, so you’ll be fucking
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| World-renowned
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| While I’m getting drunk at my house
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| Thinking about the dumb words I said when I was a bit too high
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| Those two pills I took felt very nice
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| But made me break your lovely little heart
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| And I said, «Ashley, that’s so fucking dumb
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| To think that life just hands you some book
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| That you barely have to write
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| It’s gonna take like fucking 4 or 5 bad books nobody would ever like
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| For you to live that wonderful life»
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| And she stopped
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| And she cried
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| That night
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| And she’s right, she’s gonna write that book
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| That’s gonna make me look
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| Like a fucking fool
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| And I know that she’ll find happiness
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| And her book will be magnificent
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| And I won’t help but stare at every word
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| It would burn holes in all these mattresses
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| After I place it down, read in full
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| That lovely little book titled, «I Told You So»
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| Yeah, you’re Thoreau-ly mad at me
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| But so what?
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| I’m never gonna change
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| I’ll probably get way worse
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| At best, stay the same
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| So I will sit
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| And I will drink myself to either to sleep or my untimely death
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| Either way, I hope that you don’t cry, you know
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| That’s just a part of life
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| Derek’s father and my father know
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| Cirrhosis is a tough way to go
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| So when we drink a lot after our show
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| Pretending that we’re not even scared at all
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| Genetics are what make me go to bed
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| Because there’s something that’s inside my head
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| That will click and make me drink until I’m dead
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| And Derek’s dad and my dad are done
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| So I will sit and
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| I will think about this life
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| And if I even like it
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| But I know that I’m gonna find a little bit of…
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| Happiness
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| I think it’s in my house or somewhere else
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| But I am turning over every stone
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| And I will search the fucking depths of this
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| Stupid place my kids will have to live
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| In order just to smile a little bit
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| But you know
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| I’m Thoreau-ly in love with you
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| And yeah, I’m really scared that I may never change
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| But I’m so fucking done being so afraid
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| I really hope that you find happiness |