Happier – A Fine Frenzy – letras

Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynicalTouches stricken cold and clinicalSuch a transformation to beholdI don’t like this new, I like the oldIt’s not the words that make it finalYou’ve said such things before to rival themBut it’s how you say them now that’s changedCold but sympathetic all the sameYou’d like to convince me that I’ll be better offSo you go on and I’ll be happierI’ll be happierYou go on, yeah, you go onYou’ll be gone and I’ll be happierShoot me with your rubber bulletsYour finger’s on the trigger, pull itI know you want the suffering to endAnd so, it is forgivable my friendAll to convince me that I’ll be better offSay what you mean, what you meanIs you’ll be happier without meWithout meWithout me