I reach out when I have a confession I reach out in desperation I reach out but no one is listening So I go looking for the next best thing
[Chorus]: Happiness, straight from the bottle When real lives too hard to swallow [2x]
I feel them judging on me for their own pleasure If they really knew, they’d know better They’re on the one who caves under pressure When desperate times call for desperate measures
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I know there’s gotta be some peace in me But I can’t find it I get so sick of the lucky