The Happiest Cry
The whole ride home we sang in our heads
On the wiry stone, we pretend that we're dead, ah
Count on our fingers all of our friends
Cuz he likes it cold and he can't understand the warmth of what you said
Tell all the people tonight it ends
We're packing our things, we're making our beds
Forget all the paper, forget all the pride
We just wanna make the most of our lives
I just wanna have the happiest cry
I can feel everything all of the time
I think I'm a human or something less
But give it a few more days at best
Yeah, I'd give it a few more days at best
We can be people if we want
Yeah, we can be people if we want
We can be people if we want
Yeah, we can be people if we want
We can be people if we want
Yeah, we can be people if we want
We can be people if we want
Yeah, we can be people if we want
Writer/s: two:eighteen
