Fake Happy There’s a calendar hangin’ on the wall I haven’t turned the pages since last fall When every day’s the same, well, what’s the point? Another day of YouTube and let’s roll a joint. But aren’t we supposed to be something more than fake happy? Is there something that we’ve lost: Doesn’t all this free stuff have a cost? Cleaned up the mess that I made last night: A pizza and a six pack, no, that can’t be right. Went into the closet to find a clean shirt; then I thought, “What the hell, I don’t go to work.” (aren’t we supposed to be… ) Didn’t I used to Wake to an alarm? Didn’t I used to pray to God To keep us safe from harm? Didn’t I feel the Lord walkin’ with me when I listened to the preacher, Not the guy on CNN? I looked into the future: Is this what we deserve? Seems like all the fighters Somehow lost their nerve. No one’s bound for greatness, If everyone stays home. If we’re all afraid to speak, I guess we’re all alone. But aren’t we supposed to be something more than fake happy? Is there something that we’ve lost: Doesn’t all this free stuff have a cost? Maybe some day we’ll know the cost. Thanks to Jay Stacey for the drum track.