Happiness...any day now - Beth Hart

Happiness is leaning on my shoulder

Like a cigarette burning me all over it is killing me

I’m slipping through the cracks of my sweet misery

Sunday morning stories of you

Is 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

Is always all about

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown

Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground

In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown

Happiness any day now… any day now

Loneliness is hiding with the lonely faking

Gratefulness while polishing his trophy

She was beautiful but beautiful don’t matter after wonderful

Sunday morning stories like these

Are always about

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown

Watching my nirvana crashing to the ground

In the middle of the perfect nervous breakdown

Happiness any day now… any day now… any day now

Running always running always falling on my

Falling on my face, on my face

Happiness is laughing at me like a clown

Watching my nirvana crashing to 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 is any day now

Happiness any day now