Sunday, June 29, 2014

2.1152 : 6/28/08 : Happy Place

Everybody’s got a posse
Everybody’s got a face
Everybody is dying
to get with me at my happy place
if you’re smelling like failure
if you’re dying onstage
spend an hour in my happy place
I carved it out of solid stone
jade and alabaster
I carved myself a hidey hole
a hedge against disaster
I’ll grow a carapace
and if that doesn’t work out
I’ll pull the roof on top of me
and hide out in my happy place

Post a Comment