The notes were fine, I swear to God
And from what I'd found, produced happy sounds
At least pound for pound
But off paper they proved dissonant
Depressing songs they fill my lungs

I cannot fathom why I got off the track
And I can't get back
And I miss you happiness

The paints were bright and beautiful
All the finest hues, greens and blues, by the slews and slews
But the room, somehow, felt desolate
And near everyday seemed a shade of gray

And God I don't know how I got off the track
And I can't get back
And I miss you happiness

Bargain my life away
I gave my soul to the devil himself
And I'm writing to all my friends, dead and gone,
That I won't see them again

The script had all the elements
All the comic cues, with a joke or two, all the dos and dos
But a subtext lurked in near every scene
And a sadness shone, a frustrated tone

And fuck I don't know why I got off the track
But I can't get back
And I miss you happiness

Bargain my life away
I gave my soul to the devil himself
And I'm writing to all my friends, dead and gone
That I won't see them again

There are times when a phone call can ease my mind
It seems things are going fine
There are times when a moment makes me feel fine
But a moment is passed and gone